After bearing almost an hour of tears I finally arrived at the comfort of my room. I finally realized how much I meant to my boyfriend. To him I'm just an irritation, someone to vent anger on, a hug-able toy and whatever.

I seriously don't know how to describe what I'm feeling this very moment, but what I'm sure about is he doesn't care. What was ever said was basically crap. The agreement about my whining and just putting in that little effort to pretend that it matters are all just bullshit.

Just like when I was admitted to the hospital, to him whatever pain I'm in is just an exaggeration of the actual. To think about it, I don't really whine that much about the pain, I just refuse to do anything and when told to do something I'll just remind about the pain. If that's considered an extreme unbearable whining experience so be it.

Even at work people showed a little bit of care, helping me deliver my pick list to the warehouse, helping me buy lunch, and so on. And Priss gave some advice on how I can help with the sprain ankle by getting an ankle gear or something. It's not much, but at least it was something. But as for my boyfriend, he told me to go home then, since I'd whine about the pain attending his gathering.

I never expected him to come all the way down to my place to visit me. All I hoped for is just for him to pretend just a little, that he cared. I guess that is too much to ask.

Through experiences you learn something new, and I've learnt something today. At this very moment, I just want the upset and disappointment to go away. Cheerz.

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