look into your heart, pretty baby, is it aching with some nameless need?
Finally got a response from Timmy, who semi-politely told me that sometimes he just wants to be left the hell alone. Duly noted. Sorry for worrying about my family. And, it's not so much that I needed a daily conversation, it was that it had been TWO MONTHS since we'd spoken and I'd been trying to contact him with no response. I get that you're busy and you don't have time to talk, but if you know that I'm worried and trying to contact you, a brief "I'm alive and well, we'll talk when I'm less busy," e-mail would suffice.
Whatever, I'm upset because I feel like I was essentially ripped a new one for being worried about my family, which is not something I think I should be made to feel guilty about. Whatever; now I know. Won't happen again.
So I'm already emotional about this whole stupid situation, and I'm going to go amplify that by going to see my grandfather's grave with my grandmother this afternoon.
It's just... not a good day.