You make me feel:

Sad. Disappointed. All these non-productive and even counter-productive emotions at a time when I would like to feel supported, encouraged. So upset that I need to intentionally go online (when I'm originally not signed in to msn) to talk to my friends and rant and let them warm me up, and let their love seep into me. Like I need to type out stupid details, so that I can get another opinion on you, and on why. Weighed down. Like you don't care, and can't be bothered to do the little things that matter. That I'm prolonging the inevitable. Like I'm not good enough. Like you are not good enough. In fact, like you suck. Like I have poor judgement, and also am judgemental. Confused. Like already, you've forgotten what you said. Like I'm at the bottom of your list of priorities, because who cannot make plans just a week in advance? Like I may be wrong and may be partly at fault. Like I need to go to bed now because I've wasted enough of my energies on this nonsense.