oubliette1

I feel sick from being cheated
I feel sick from being used
I feel sick from being hurt
Again and again and a-fucking-gain
I feel sick from trying with friendships where I'm not welcome
If you want me to go away then tell me
You say that you can't talk to me
Because I don't talk
But your phone is the one that's ringing
And it seems like the other line is dead
But it's just you
I feel sick from being alone
I'm down to one friend
I'm sick of guessing wrong answers
When the one asking the questions is the real problem
So I'm open to talk
Because when your phone doesn't ring:
It will be me.

Had another collosal discussion with one un-named person whom you can all probably guess. He wrote me a poem about how I need to chill out with what I've been doing lately. I wrote him a poem and left it on his answering machine because he didn't pick up. I'm so lost when it comes to him. He says that he wants to be my friend but then is never there for me. He says that he doesn't want to be around me when I'm sad, and he hates it when I'm falsely happy. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to react. I'm jaded now. He says I shouldn't be. But I don't know how else to feel.