We aren't meant to be.
All I wanted was, when I hung up, for you to call me back... to see what is/was wrong. To see why I am so upset. Or to call me, and ask me what is on my mind, because you noticed I had a bad day. Or I was just not as happy as usual. Yea. You Love Me Alright.
But I guess that I am just asking to much. What is wrong with wanting to have people/someone that actually care about me out there. Yea. Well. Fuck You. I didn't want to talk to you anyway.
Don't bother calling. It's to late now.