I'm sick of it

I'm sick of being ignored and used. DAMN IT! GA!! I just spent 10 minutes being screamed at on the phone, which made me feel great, then an hour texting and supporting and helping you and you got off! And you can relax! And I'm here to help. Oh. No I'm not. I'm here to be ignore again. To get one word every 5 minutes. To not get a single thank you. I've waited DAYS to talk to you. Why did I expect anything better than your usual "Best friend but bottom priority act". I should get `mad. I AM mad. I should tell you. I'm sick of it. You're upset and I don't want to bring you down because you love life. But I'm sick of it. You're tearing me down.