weak

is what i feel.

very very weak. I want to slump on the floor, kind of weak.

weak because i'm so scared of what's going to happen, and yet, the one person that can relieve my fears is too busy to care.

yeah, sure, you said that things would be hard.

but you're not exactly making any effort at making things just a bit easier.

i sometimes feel like i have to beg, plead, and annoy, just to hear his voice, just to see his face.

is that how it is? really? 

weak because the one person that i thought i could always count on to care, to listen, doesn't have time to listen anymore.

i'll repeat it again, you said that things would be hard.

but you also said you didn't want to prove me right.

yeah, good job.

i'm sorry that i can see another perspective other than that of a devout christian.

i'm sorry that i want to incorporate different views.

i'm sorry that i believe the same thing you do, and yet, i'm not as fervently avid as you.

if you don't have time for me, just say so. 

don't drag me along because you say you love me, 

if you do love me, do something about it.

i don't understand why i can take time out of my schedule to talk to you, and not sleep one bit.

while you. you can't even take a few minutes out of your schedule.

real justice.

If you're too busy, just tell me.