It pretty much started before we even left, when pretty much everyone The Boy has ever talked to started texting him to ask when he would be back, and what was he going to do then, and how was the vacation, and blah blah blah. People texting me: none. :(
The Boy posts on Facebook that he's back. Everyone is ZOMG excited! I post a melancholy update saying I *would* announce that I'm back, but I don't think anyone would care. Okay, self-fulfilling prophecy: only one real reply. From a douche who can't spell anything, ever, and who's probably drunk/high and who is also probably still trying to get in my pants just to prove that he can. Which, no. (Backstory: Douche came onto me the night I met The Boy. I wasn't interested. He then proceeded to tell everyone that I came onto him, but he blew me off, so I just hooked up with The Boy because I couldn't get Douche. 'Scuse me? >:( Now he just Facebook-stalks me.)
And I don't even know why I care, really. I know I'm not a very social person. I guess I just like to think that I'm a good friend. And, well, apparently I'm not, I guess. Nobody cares what I do or where I went when I disappear for a week. The sad thing is, I do care about what they do. I invest so much into a lot these so-called friendships, while they can't even be bothered to send me a text every once in a while. If I don't contact them, I never hear from them. So why do I keep bothering?
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be over there in that dark corner, being emo.