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Sometimes, I get so frustrated with you. When you forget to call, when you fall asleep on your couch when I haven’t REALLY seen you all week. But I can’t tell you any of this because it would seem so petty.

And I know you’re busy. And tired. But…well, I guess I’m just being selfish by saying that, once in a while, I’d like to go on a date. Or something. I’m not sure what I want. I’m not even sure what’s wrong.

If I hadn’t come over to help you tonight, I doubt if I would have even gotten to see you at all.

I don’t know. I’m just frustrated. And petty and stupid.

And I’ll see you tomorrow.