The Finals Thoughts

I sit here at my computer yet again, unable to breath as I wish to. The following thoughts echo throughout my head:

• "I would try harder if I knew you weren't going to be such an ass about my friends and who I hang out with. I hang out with my friends on the nights that you say 'no' to me when I want to do something with you."

• "I'm tired of it. Our phone conversations for the past three weeks have been the same goddamn thing. I ask you how work is, I tell a story, and you just reply back blankly with 'yeah,' 'uh huh,' and 'cool.' That's not a conversation."
  

• "I do want to be with you. I act like I want to be. I ask you to do things all the time, and you just shoot me down to... oh, go be with whoever your new friends are. Not me. I'm tired of you telling me that I'm the one who's not trying. When you're ready to act like you want to be with me, let alone be my friend, call me. We'll talk then."
  

• "I'm tired of sitting by my cellphone for hours on end, waiting for it to ring... only to hear silence all night long."
  

• "It's a thing that I know will pass in due time... all the others have. It's just hard when you don't even act like you want to be my friend sometimes."
  

See you kids tomorrow.