Fed up.

It's Saturday night. I'm home by myself, again. I feel like this is the fourth time this week.

So, another night of nothing by reading in bed and sleeping. My life is just so interesting when there are more appealing and interesting things than me.

So, it's sleep, then work and repeat. I'll be back here tomorrow night, and because I want to be. You think this would be me needing you, but really this is just me distancing myself. I'm so fed up and frustrated with never getting the time of day anymore. You told me that you wouldn't plan things on days I am free, but thats all you've been doing.

Fuck.

When did you get too busy for me?