Not even a good bye? Why do you feel like you do not owe me at least that? I want my book back, and if this hoodie doesn't go away soon, I might make it go away. I hate that I can smell you on it. And I want to give that book to someone who plans on talking to me about it.
I am angry. I haven't been this angry, deep down in my gut for a long time. I feel so numb, that I am not even sure if I can even begin to be sad.
Maybe the numbness comes from being completely dumbfounded. Why won't you answer my phone calls? Why won't you just talk to me like a man? Do you not even want to be my friend?
I am stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
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