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Guys, I need help.

EDIT: I went by their apartment.  I think he was home, there were a few lights on and the TV was on as well.  I don’t know if he was just napping or ignoring me.  Adam.  I think you are my only hope.  Help me Adam-wan Kenobi.  You’re my only hope.

I can’t get John to just talk to me. I’ve tried calling him and calling him and waiting and calling. I wanted to know if he wanted to get together for my birthday on Wednesday, but he hasn’t called me back.

Can someone who is in good with him get a hold of him and try to get an explanation for why he won’t return my calls? I don’t want to just go over to his house because while that might have been cool with him a while ago, I’m sure it isn’t now.

I’m a fucking wreck.

Who am I?

Apparently the same friends who told me when they talked about me, it wasn’t really that bad, didn’t tell me everything.  Apparently, I come off as needy.  After talking to John last night, apparently I also come across as unable to talk to.  The talkability issue, I don’t know.  I guess that explains why Dawn is so keen on talking to John more than me.  Then again, I suppose that’s why John is more likely to talk to Dawn than me.  I always thought I was rather good at being to be talked to…

The neediness.  I think I can explain that.  It appears that most of my friends either don’t care that I’m around or not, or they think I’ll be around forever.  Well, guess what?  Chances are, when I graduate, I’m moving away.  When I move away, I probably won’t be seeing any of my friends.  So, yeah, call me needy because I feel like I should spend as much possible time with my friends before they just fade into the past because judging from how I’m treated now, not a single friend of mine will go out of their way to keep in touch with me.  That makes me sad.  I love my friends, but the real question is… how much do they really love me?  If my friends think I’m needy and want me to chill out.  Perhaps they should tell me so.  Just a thought…

Why do I get so attached to people who don’t actually care about me?

It makes you wonder.

A few days ago, I found out that Dawn and John talked about me behind my back. Saying some things that they didn’t see as all that bad. Madison happened to be there and apparently thought that what was said was bad enough that she should tell someone. So, she told Natasha, who, from what I was told, didn’t know what to do with the information either. She told Lexy. Lexy found out and told me. Now, I admit, I said some terrible things to Dawn that were uncalled for because I was upset because Lexy got upset. It’s that whole “protecting your significant other” thing. Well, what I said was bad, but then it was misinterpreted. Which, one can expect every now and again when they are attacking someone unnecessarily.

Anyway, my point. I apologized the next day to Dawn and found out the night I apologized to Dawn that she had been having a “complain about Tony” session with John, of all people. Lexy had the idea of getting Dawn, John, and I together and hammering out some problems that apparently those two had with me. However, Dawn viewed the idea, when presented to her by Lexy, as an attempt to interrogate everyone. That hurts. She was trying to help her fiance fix his friendships, and Dawn viewed it as an attempt to burrow into everyone’s life. Well, guess what happened. Lexy doesn’t feel the need to have their approval or their friendship anymore. From what she told me, if they are nice to her, she will be nice to them, but there is little loyalty and almost no trust there. I can understand that. It saddens me, but I understand it.

The whole roundabout I’m trying to get around is this: it appears my friends are more likely to talk about me than to me. What if I hadn’t approached the subject of them talking about me? I would still be as devastated as I was when I found out. I’ve never been as close to tears than when two of my close friends would rather talk about me than talk to me and try to understand what was going on. Looking back, I don’t know if Dawn had the slightest intention of attempting to talk about my outburst. The next morning, she did all she could to avoid talking to me or looking at me. The only time she did was when I apologized. What if I hadn’t? What would have happened? I don’t know. What if I had sat on the information that they had talked about me? I would still be stewing over it. I would still be devastated.

The hardest thing for me to get over is this: Why would Madison view what was said as so bad she couldn’t hold on to the information, but John and Dawn would tell me it really wasn’t that bad. There are two answers that I can think of. One, they actually did say some pretty bad stuff, but don’t have the balls to tell me when I actually talk to them about it; or, two, what was said wasn’t actually that bad, but to Madison, it sounded bad and the fact they were talking about one of their friends didn’t seem right. I suppose I’ll never really know exactly what was said, because both said they mostly talked about art and getting hurt. I wonder what context they used “getting hurt.”

I love both Dawn and John. I wish John would defend me as much as he defends Dawn. We talked about that, though. Apparently, to him, Dawn is easier to breakdown that I am. I disagree. I’m just harder to breakdown the same way one could break her down. It’s really easy to break me down, you just have to do it the way they did. Talk about me behind my back and then have me find out. You know, attack my paranoia.

I suppose friendships need these potholes. As long as someone actually wants to resolve the situation, like I did. I don’t want to lose either John, Dawn, or any of my other good friends. I only mention those two because that’s who hurt me this time, you understand. Everything is cool now, I hope, I trust. Things just need to be worked out. Personally, I would have liked to have resolved the situation before it got to the point where people could talk about me, but that can’t be helped, I suppose. It’s just good to know that I can tell these kind of things to people and have them understand how their actions hurt me. I just hope that people would do the same for me.

What the hell have I been doing?

I have noticed that I have been pissing off Lexy more and more lately.  Today, I changed by mind from Chinese food to Hardee’s and she freaked out and got pissed at me.  She even slammed the door when she left to go to Wal-Mart.  I don’t know what I’ve been doing wrong.  I didn’t think changing my mind was such a big idea, but I guess it is.  I sometimes go nuts and loose my temper, but I usually quickly reel it back in, but I didn’t think I was all that combative today.  Maybe because I feel a little tired, I don’t realize just how bad I’m acting.  I don’t know anymore.  Sometimes, I would really like to be told what I’m doing wrong.