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Oct. 13th, 2012 07:22 pmI was doing better. I am doing better. Whatever happened last week happened in my brain, not just my emotions. But right now, I'm crashing because one of the so-called people who supposedly care about me so fucking much, didn't have the courtesy of calling to say, "Sorry, but I can't go out tonight like we had talked about."
Coworker and I had discussed the possibility of going to a play tonight. She said it depended on whether or not her granddaughter (who she's now raising) was okay with her going out. But, she'd call to let me know.
She didn't call. Just like last time we had made tentative plans, she never called or texted. There was an emergency last time, but you'd think since the emergency was happening 300 miles away and she was keeping track by phone, she might fire off a quick text to let me know I hadn't been forgotten.
But, no. I'm not anything and I am so sick of her saying that I am. Of people saying I am.
Didn't go myself because it's an outdoor theater and its cold and my shoulder hurts. But, damn fuck, I am sick of being nothing.
Coworker and I had discussed the possibility of going to a play tonight. She said it depended on whether or not her granddaughter (who she's now raising) was okay with her going out. But, she'd call to let me know.
She didn't call. Just like last time we had made tentative plans, she never called or texted. There was an emergency last time, but you'd think since the emergency was happening 300 miles away and she was keeping track by phone, she might fire off a quick text to let me know I hadn't been forgotten.
But, no. I'm not anything and I am so sick of her saying that I am. Of people saying I am.
Didn't go myself because it's an outdoor theater and its cold and my shoulder hurts. But, damn fuck, I am sick of being nothing.
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