Things I need to write. (#102)

Sometimes I wish you would put some kind of effort that would make it seem like you care when I am upset. Just a little, I just want someone to be there for me, and you don't get it. You don't get that I need someone to vent to. You just shut me down. How can you say you a foul weather friend if when my skies get cloudy and I want to just scream you won't hold my hand while I do it. Damn, in these moments I feel so fucking alone. Its sad that I can't even tell you because all you want to say to me is "man up" of "hit me up when you are done being miserable." Yeah because that makes me feel great. It may not seem important to YOU but it is to me. I am not sorry for wanting to vent so I can let it go but like always at least I know the blank pages of a book on the empty on a blog is here for me. My paper never turns me away, always embraces me. Its whatever, just venting on my blog, it what I do a lot lately. Maybe I should censor myself more? Nah what for, only Bency reads this anyway. *shurgs*