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i absolutely hate the fact that i am so pathetic.

i hate that everytime i see that notification light blink on my phone, i hope and pray and beg that it's from a friend asking how i am, how my day was going, sharing exciting news, anything. just so they'll talk with me, so i won't be so lonely.

but again and

again, i am disappointed.

in myself, really, for incessantly believing that they have time for me, that they still like me, that my very presence doesn't annoy theirs.

i guess this really isn't a poem but oh well

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