Details of the War by Clap Your Hands and say Yeah
So this is my blog, and I can swim from immature to whatever else I want in my blog. I can do what i want. The only people who read this blog are wendy and melissa, and they love me no matter what. So, this is my blog. THis is my process blog, free writing. Writing things down so that I can make sense of them. This is my process blog. This typing is far more about me than you are a reader. This is my process blog.
So, I know I am a high maintenence friend. I require lots of talking, lots of reassurance, lots of sort of give and take. The honest part of that is that I do not think I am ever full. I am never satisfied. So, nothing is going to make it easy or right for me.
Clearly burning. Clearly losing it.
One thing that sucks, calling you, and you not calling me back. Are we not friends, and are we not good for communicating. If I am upset, someone told me I should tell the person or parties I am upset with, and clear it up. Clearly, that is not common in the world.
The no call back.
The non response to email.
The hanging high five. ITs all the same. It is all rejection, and I feel it pretty strongly.
