I cannot believe how much hate i feel for you right now. how many times do I let you do this to me? We set a time to meet, stupid stupid naive me is looking forward to it all week , and of course of course, you email me late the night before to say it'll be a late night, and can we push the time tomorrow. Obviously I mean nothing. Obviously you'd rather get drunk and stoned. And why the hell do I care? Why does it matter to me? We should have just an amicable working relationship, nothing to fret over. And here I am with my heart torn. Again. I hate you. I wish I never met you. Sometimes I really do.
I didn't have the guts to remind you that time of the fox story in the Little Prince. Yes, here's how it goes. Fox offers himself to be domesticated, tamed by the Prince. He patiently explains to Prince that there is a responsibility to that. If you come at 4 o'clock every day and stand at the field, I'll get used to seeing you then, and then I'll start getting excited around 3, anticipating our meeting. And the wheat in the field all of a sudden won't be just wheat, it'll remind me of the color of your hair. And if you don't come one day at 4 o'clock, how sad I would be! And I can't remember what Prince decided, but maybe he didn't think he could keep such a promise and decided not to tame Fox in the first place.
So yeah! I'm sad, and I'm disappointed again. And I am mad because I know, I'll let it go and I'll want to see you anyway, and then I'll just enjoy your company and you'll convince me it's fine, and I'll believe you, and on and on. And then you go away, and you're really gone, for a while, until you come back again, and it all repeats. Why oh why do I care????



