Jesus, what am I, chopped liver?

You call and ask to hang out, which is awesome because that never happens. I always have to ask. I don't really have any friends, or I'm just not important enough to be thought about. So you call, and then I tell you to call later. I even say I will be done around 6. You say you'll call back. I text the number you called from and no reply? I call the number you called from and no one answers?

What the hell kinda game are you trying to play here? I'm just so fucking done with everything right now. Like, I have no one, and then you get my hopes up and crush me time and time again. What's wrong with you?! What's wrong with me?! What have I done that's so severely wrong I have to pay for it by being miserable?

I even told you that I really fucking like you. Like, a lot. You say we're just talking, and that's cool because I think we should get to know each other before we get into a relationship. I don't even know if that will happen. You're just using me. I tell you this and you ask to hang out and then nothing. You can't just do that. You can't just hang with me and act all buddy buddy then ignore me for a week or two!

I'm just done. I give up on you.