So, what, he gets a new girlfriend and BAM, all of the sudden, it's so fucking hard to listen when I need an ear? Whatever. Once in a while, I would just like someone to shut up, and listen. I don't want to hear your life story, I don't want to hear your advice on the situation unless I ask for it, I don't want to hear about how your life was so much worse, I just want someone to listen to me. That's selfish. And I don't care. In other news I considered asking him to come skating. But I didn't, because I still don't know how he feels about me, if ANYTHING at all, so maybe I'll invite my brother along next week, and then at least it won't be so weird or whatever. And I can crossover now. And it hurts me more than people would think when they sign off without at least saying goodnight. Especially when you were having a conversation. Which is a stupid thing to get hurt over, really, when there are much larger things, like your mother telling you that you don't know jack shit about what it costs to live. Wrong. I know a lot more than jack shit,thanks to you mother, because you put this burden on me when I was 13, telling me how much everything costs, telling me that we could lose the house, telling me that it was just so damn expensive. It's not my fault that Dad doesn't pay for any of this medical or dental shit, but do not tell me that I don't know. Because I do. And that's what hurts the worst. ~Katie