It's like I never get to talk to him anymore. Ever. Always busy doing this, doing that, running here, running there, dinner out, off with friends, and here I sit.

"I'll talk to you later when I get home" Yup. I know better.

(Not to mention that I have other things on my mind that I can't say in this diary, but can be found in last night's entry in my private diary.)

I'm out here alone, and I realize that was my decision and I'm cool with that, because I love it out here. I just wish I had someone to talk to.

Blaine won't talk about anything. He's hiding shit right and left. (Not just objects, but stuff like about his day and shit like that.) It's not like he has to even talk to me though. Especially since I was the one that ended things.(And I still feel absolutely horrible about that too. But that's a whole different subject to be discussed later.)

I'm just not happy. I feel like I'm in this massive hole, and I'm starting to drown and no one cares, or can hear me screaming.

Frustrated? Yup.

Is it justified? Nope.

Do I feel horrible about it? Yup.

Anyone to explain/tell about it? Nope.