*Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

What is this? Male PMS days, 2 days in a row?

Went to Kirans house today, dad said he would drive me home. Had a great time. Call dad like 75938275947592 times. He doesn't pick up. Doesn't care to call back. Call mom, she's out gambling. Called Grandma, said dad and mom were out playing. Left Kiran's house for my 30 minutes of walking in nearly pitch black.

Called Henry, tell him I'm walking home. After getting tired of holding the phone and my 2 super heavy bags of stuff, i tell him I'll call him back, my arms are killing me.

I get home, about to take a shower, but deciding to call him so he wouldn't worry, instead. I call him, he's asleep. .......Asleep? Really?

"..You were sleeping? )= I was outside walking in the dark, and yu fell asleep?"
"I was waiting for you to call back, I guess I fell asleep."
"..Me walking home in the dark bores you. )="
"You said you were near home. I thought yu were safe."
".......I never said I was near home.. I think I'll just go now."
"*silence*"
"....*thinking: .. guess he's asleep. again.* *Hangs up*"

You assumed I'd be okay? It hurts to know, that even though, the neighborhood may not be some gang-infested place. You just "assume" I'll get home on my own safely. This small girl, weighed down by bags, walking home alone in the dark, would be Oky Doky. In fact, worry is so out of your mind. You even choose to sleep on it, instead of, "I want to wait until my hunney is home safe and sound. I can not sleep until I know she is alright." That, just knowing that you felt that way, could've made my whole situation brighter. But instead, after being left to walk home in the dark by my parents, and hopefully wanting to hear your cute little worry for me, I realized that I have interupted your nice little nap you were taking, while I was in the cold.

I can really. really feel the love. Half my conversation with yu on the phone, is you asking me for help on the APUSH test. I answer every question you ask. And you fall asleep after your questions are done.


...As Amazing as it seems, I'm not at all mad.
I'm just, really, really, hurt.