Jun 22, 2004 20:03
Back on anti-depressants, this time it's Prozac. A low dose, because of my tendency to get hypomanic, which leads to being manic.
So I was sleeping today, as I have been a lot lately, and I heard this sound from my cell phone which I didn't recognize at first. I let it ring, then looked at it, and as it turns out, the sound was Adam's special ring. it's just been so long that I forgot what it sounded like. He had called me from his home. Then it said I had a new voicemail, and I heard a muffled message, but I couldn't even tell the tone of his voice, so I wasn't sure whether to call back.
But I did, I left a message on his cell phone saying, "Adam, I got your message earlier, I'm really glad you called. I hate not talking to you. I wasn't sure whether you called because you were mad or because you wanted to make up, so I wasn't going to risk it, but I have to risk it. Because I love you and you're worth it. Give me a call back, let me know how things are going."
He called me back and it was a mistake. He never called to begin with. I said, "Oh. I'm sorry I bothered you." And he didn't stop me from hanging up. He didn't say wait! How have you been? You sound down. He doesn't even care anymore.
Doesn't seem like anyone does. I almost don't want people to comment on this, because this is not me begging for someone to comment saying "Oh Annie! I care!" But I'd like someone to honestly care. It would be nice. I want someone to hang out with before Friday so I don't go completely crazy.