Sometimes it's confusing. I'm not sure if he don't know I'm calling so he don't answer it or he's actually know that, but doesn't wanna pick up the phone and talk. It's damn tiring, you know? I had enough of that kind of behavior. He don't pick up the phone, he never call me first anymore. He don't reply my text, and yet he never text me daily. Maybe he thinks that's all because we believe in each other and he always said he'll call before he go to bed. But everything has it's own limit, and so did I. Read his last-late-night-useless-text-cause-for-sure-I-won't-read-it-I-fell-asleep-bored-of-waiting-already means nothing to me now. It's just nothing.
How selfish it is, stop caring but hating others who gave me one simple sweet attention? Does he ever think how hard it was for me? Got no girlfriend by my side, gotta live in house (which I refuse to call it home and named it Guantanamo instead). I'm pathetic. Ad for those time he said he cares, I don't think so. Your love is mine, but asked me where is yours. I had no idea.
And all I ever want to say about this subject is: how expensive your attention is?
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