What if I really meant everything that I said on the phone? What if I really am sick of you? What if I really want to be done with you? You don't even care. You wouldn't stop me from running, you wouldn't stop me from leaving you. You wouldn't care. You'd say it was simply my choice, and I hate to chose what I wanted to do, and you wouldn't do anything about it. Is that how its supposed to be? I think now. You are supposed to be the one to stop me, and ask me what's going on, and lets talk about it. And you say you know when I need you, and you ask me what's wrong, and you don't! You don't ask. You don't know. You are so focused on you, you can't even see what's wrong with me. I've needed you for so long, but I don't want to just up and talk about it, you need to give me time, to think about it, and to let it sink in before I want to talk about it. Where have you been all this time?!