Sorry, but after spending *checks the clock* just over five hours sitting, wide awake, in bed, unable to sleep, after having spent even more hours staring at the computer, worrying and worrying until I hit serious depression, being unable to sleep despite spending one of said five hours crying, getting up with a stiff back and an upset stomach and my eyes still red, still worried... to find out you just went to bed... ok. I can cope. Somewhat. I can drop the subject, or at least try to. I can pretend to myself that you just slept through the phone calls, that you had your speakers and monitor turned off, that's why you didn't respond to any of it.

...and then you make it so very, very clear that no. You knew the phone was ringing. You knew who was calling - and that it was someone who would only ever be calling you if I couldn't get ahold of a phone and was seriously trying to get ahold of you.

Oh hell no.

So yeah. I don't particularly feel like talking with you. You made it very damn clear you didn't want to talk with me, that even when I'm worried or furious, it doesn't really matter if you talk to me at all, not to you.

I am REALLY not willing to deal with this shit today. Right now? Right now you should thank every god and goddess even possibly in existance that you aren't physically here.

I'm going to go throw up and cry for a while. Thanks. I really needed to feel WORSE. Honest.

And don't worry. That thing that bothered you so much? It won't happen again. I won't bring it up again. None of it. Nothing even close. You're safe. Enjoy.