so

Maybe it would be nice if you actually called me and didn't hang up.
Maybe, it would be nice if you made an effort.
But then again, maybe it wouldn't.

...

I still have no fucking idea what's wrong with me.
And it's making me angry.
I can't bring myself to care about anything, and instead of being productive or relaxing, I find myself staring into space and telling myself to get a move on it, but then I just end up sitting there, willing myself not to think.
That's not me.
It's not making me sad anymore.
It's simply infuriating me.