A Beautiful Breakdown

Of course I wasn't going to ask you to stay.
I wanted you to do what you wanted.
Now, I was really hoping that what you wanted was to stay here with me.
But apparently it wasn't and while that hurts a little, I want you to do what you want too.
At the time, of course, I thought you would be doing things in Florida that you can't do here.
If I had known that all you were going to do was watch movies, go bowling and play boardgames with your friends grandmother, I may have asked you to stay.
Maybe that's why I feel so angry.
You felt you had to drive fourteen hours away to do that stupid stuff.
And then, because you have done nothing, you have nothing to tell me at the end of the day.
So we sit there on the phone in silence.
Of course I have nothing to say.
I spent my week here with no one.
I'm not going to have any great stories.
I was hoping you would.
Everyone I know has disappointed me this week.
Including myself.
So everyone needs to get over the fact that I'm not bubbling with joy and energy.
I'm lonely, bored and tired and what was supposed to be a fun break from school, (and coincidentally work, which I thought was the timing of God) turned out to be a miserable waste.