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Nothing sucks more than being rejected. Even if it’s just the plain ‘ol hanging out thing. If you’d ask me to hang out with you (without even giving notice beforehand) I’d drop everything and go with you, I’d do anything to be 'there’ with you. I’d climb every mountain, swim the seven seas, fight a horde of zombies, walk through the valley of evil clowns just to be with you. Because I know how it feels when someone isn’t there for you in your darkest days. Even if we’ll sit there in eternal silence, it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re not alone. I’ll even perform one of my magic tricks for you. And even make a fool of myself just to make you laugh. BUT MAN. When I’m the one who needs, actually, need NEED you, you’re never there for me. It feels like asking a blank wall to go with me. It hurts especially when you rejected it in a nonchalant way. Zero reasons. Like I get it you’re busy with your movie marathon and maybe you’re figuring things out if you still want to be with me or not. But you could’ve atleast put it in a nice way. Wrap it in a gift wrapper maybe? I didn’t asked to hangout with you because I just want to. What if I really really needed someone I could talk to? What if I just learned that my mother is secretly a homewrecker and is in a relationship with some guy in some place? What if that information really saddens the hell out of me? What if that information also changed my view about some things? Also, thank you. Thank you for making me realize that no good ever stays the same. Thank you for making me realize that I should never depend on someone too much because it will hurt a little less if they disappoint you.