sadI'm so lonely.
Not to mention, as pathetic as this is - I loved Michael. Like those other people I love that don't work out. And I never told him. Not until the wake. I can't explain how I'm feeling right now. Rejected is the best word I can think of. It seems odd to be that the person least likely to start problems, most likely to be unbiased, truest in his love, and most honest in his commitment to those close to him gets the least consideration when he's down. It's understood when a visit is impossible. However, to not take five minutes - not one minute - to call and inquire about a person you claim to care about...
That's pretty fucking pathetic.
And being alone in my house all day yesterday allotted me a great deal of time to think about the quality of my friends. And who I can really count of in the moment of truth. I crawled into bed and cried my eyes out yesterday. All alone. Some people should take a good look at the friendship they so pride themselves upon.
Funny thing is, I don't think those people will understand. Even if they do, I doubt they care. And that makes me feel worst of all.
So, which confectionery supplement to buy now...
