- No. You don't care about me.
You told me "I open my phone, I see I have a text message, and then I run to rehearsal and forget about it". Oh. So am I really that forgettable?
- No. You don't care about me.
You said "You're driving me nuts. You're asking for too much. You're too dramatic." Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't realize that asking for a reply back when I say hi to you was asking for too much. Seriously. It's 30 seconds of your busy, Cassanova, flirting with every girl you see, strutting around like you're hot shit, egotistical and douche-bag time. And if you really "liked" me, you wouldn't turn my words around and scold me. Clearly:
- You don't care about me.
I called you today because I was tired of waiting. I hit you with my "dramatics" I was tired of being ignored, and feeling blown off, and hoping and wishing that maybe THIS call would be you, or maybe THIS text message you. I'm not going to call you everyday- you're busy. But I will NOT sit around and send messages that don't get answered. I deserve more than that. Don't you think?
- No. You don't care about me.
Oh, allow me to list all the bull-shit things you said to me these past few months:
"Come with me."
- An hour before leaving for SC. Why would you ask me to go with you if you didn't care about me? Lie.
"Let's keep talking this summer and see what happens."
- Um, usually "keep talking" means that you communicate. Communicate= return calls and texts. Lie.
"I'm going to miss you immensely."
- If you missed me, you would talk to me. Lie.
"I think it's safe to say I'm falling in love with you"
- I don't even have to go into why this is a retarded thing to say, you self-serving SOB.
I'm not stupid. I can sense when things are going to shit- and every time I try to leave, you make it difficult. I would think you'd be happy that I'm walking away and doing the dirty work for you. I would think that you'd be happy that you wouldn't have to worry about calling (not that you do) or returning texts (not that you do). Learn to be honest with yourself.
A whole bunch of my friends are down there with you- and they see your behavior, and they tell me. Because THEY are the ones that care about my feelings. They don't yell at me, they don't call me names, they don't twist my words around and talk to me like I'm a child. THEY return phone calls. THEY take time to talk to me, to be there for me. That's what REAL friends do. So don't sit there and tell me that you "care about me" and that I've "become a close friend" and that you "want to maintain a friendship" when you have every intention of blowing me off and phasing me out.
Hm. Maybe it's because you feel that our "friendship" would get in the way of you and all the single girls down in South Carolina. Silly me. It's a shitty friendship anyway- and you're a shitty friend and a selfish person.
Oh. Maybe it's because you're a typical guy.
When I meet someone who cares about me- really cares about me- it's going to be incredible. I won't have to watch what I say. I'll be able to talk, and he'll understand everything I'm not saying. He'll make me laugh, he'll treat me to things, he'll give me help even when I don't ask for it. He will WANT to make time for me- and I will gladly do the same. We'll be a team, and we'll be able to take on anything. Any argument. Any road blocks. And we'll be able to overcome anything, because we'll want each other to pull through. And that's what a relationship is about- wanting it to succeed, and wanting to make it through with your partner. It can't be one-sided. And it won't be.
This is the last time I go out of my way for a guy who won't do the same for me. When I think of all the wasted gas driving to your house and driving you all around town, I want to throw up. When I think of all the meals that I had to pay for myself, I want to cry. I think of the 4 hours I spent on a Saturday looking at grills for you, and want to kick myself.
And you won't even return a phone call. Why?
-You don't care about.
