Like seriously? We only have so much time to see each other and you blow me off to do something with your roommates, who you see EVERYDAY? Day and night? Breakfast, lunch, and dinner? 

Fine. Go ahead. I’ll be waiting for you, patiently. Like I always do, because I actually want to talk to you. I want to be able to tell you about my day and hear about yours without having 238733248742934 girls or guys walking into your room and talking to you about random things. I want to be able to actually communicate with you without you being distracted by whatever in your room. I want to be able to see you.

I don’t think you realize how much these things mean to me. It has the ability to make or break my day. And honestly, that just ruined my day. It hurt. Second choice, again. It’s fine. I’m used to it. As bad as that is.