I give up. I just give up.
You have a life. I understand that.
You have a life other than me. I understand that too.
And you have a job. That is what I'm having trouble grasping.
I guess I just have to get used to the fact that I'm not worth your time. And I'm sorry for thinking that I was.
Don't think that I'm writing this because I want you to apologize, or change in any way. I don't. I'm just letting you know that I'm sorry for being such a bitch about what is, essentially, your life, and that I'll stop now.
Don't bother trying to include me, because I know you're doing it only to be polite. I can take a hint. I'm not worth your time. I'm sorry for thinking I was that important.
