Last night I forced myself to call you. I felt bad leaving a message since your voicemail says to leave one if it's an emergency. It's not an emergency. I'm just sad and hurting - nothing new.

I appreciated that you texted that while you couldn't talk then you would've talked to me late that night, but I'm lame and go to bed by 9.30. I wish you'd call me today, since we couldn't talk yesterday. I can't make myself bother you again. Not when I have my usual appointment tomorrow... I don't know what I want from you anyway.

I feel like a baby. Like a burden.