Whatever

So my dad is ignoring me and I'm kind of ok with it. I mean it doesn't really break my heart that hes not talking to me, it's not like we spend hours talking to each other so there's nothing really to miss. I this will prolly bite me in the ass because my mom is leaving tomorrow and if I need something then I can't ask her, I have to ask him and he prolly won't even look at me when I'm talking to him. But two can play at that game sir. I hope soon he realizes that I'm some what enjoying him not talking to me and I can return the ball just as well as he served it. Now I don't like it when people just talk to me but that normally when I don't know why they're not talking to me. I know why he's not talking. It's all because I hung up on him this mourning. I get, well it's really got since I don't call that person anymore because I know they will hang up on me in the middle of the conversation, don't worry, I'll talk about that in a min, hung up on all the time and I don't make a big deal out of it, well anymore, by ignoring the person. Ok now, I used to call this person when ever I needed to be distracted and if I'm lucky I would find something that that person would want to talk about. If I didn't then the whole time we were on the phone it would either be quite or I would just ramble on about nothing. Now my problem with that was/is when ever this person is talking to anybody else they have everything in the world to say to them. This person talks to people so differently from the way they talk to me and I'm not going to lie that kind of makes me mad. It makes me mad at them and my self. It makes me mad at them because why can't they talk to me like that! But it makes me mad at myself because that person doesn't feel like they can talk to me the same as they talk to their other friends. I could go on and on about that but I won't right now, but maybe later. Back to being on the phone with that person, after close to an hour or just sitting there I would realize I was talking to myself for ten minutes because they hung up on me, on purpose. This person I guess never really knew how mad it made me. Then I wasn't mad at the person, I was mad at my self, but now it's kind of both now that I look back at those times. Person, if you think I'm talking about you then I am. Now, back to my dad. So I don't know when he will feel like talking to me but I don't really care. I better stop before I'm mad at the world.

Poes Annabel