not_even_worth_a_text_message unhinged you don't call you don't text (or even return texts for that matter) your mother remembered my birthday and you didn't 090213 ... unhinged for months. even after what happened at work, i didn't get a single 'how you doing?' if you are thinking of me, would it really be that hard to press some buttons and let me know? especially on the train, the bus. part of me feels irrational for being unable to accept your apology. but the other part of me feels like if you really missed me you could at least text once in awhile. once a month even, with as busy as you are. because my life is empty, so all i have to focus on is the lack. the lack of response. if i send you a message, i'm not going to send another til you respond. that's just the way i work. i am in a phase of pushing away. really, when all i want is just one person to fight me and stay. and it seems as if you have run out of time. for now. until some tragedy strikes you, until your boyfriend turns off his phone. when that happens, there will be no words gotten in edgewise. you will want my advice, but not my burden. that isn't a real friend. i am in a phase of pushing away, especially those that don't want to stay when my going gets rough. i feel alone in a crowded room. i'd rather the room was just empty. 090425 what's it to you? who go blather from