Okay, never mind. You shouldn't do anything after all. I'm glad you're busy. Busy is good. Busy means not sitting in your room by yourself all the time. I'm glad that you have so many people to talk to. People to talk to mean new friends to do stuff with. Doing stuff and going places and having fun are all great things.
But I am a selfish person. I want more out of people than they want to give me. I want what I give back in return. I want texts back. I want you to care about how I'm doing. I want to be given the same courtesy as all the other people you may or may not be texting: not to be forgotten, not to be replied to as an afterthought, days later, with obvious attempts to end the conversation. It seems awful to want to be needed, to want a friend to be suffering so that I have something to help them with. But if all I am is someone you come to when you need something, then abandon when things start to get okay again, is that really a surprise?
Sure, you have other best friends to fall back on, and I'm far away, needy, disposable. Sure, I seem to have developed a pattern of making people like you my priority, and being shocked when this happens every time.
This is not a healthy relationship.
But I really thought you were different.
