I know you won't read this.

You've been ignoring me too long.
I hate you, and I don't think that's fair. You've shared everything I've felt for the last two years. You've held me when I needed it, said what I needed to hear, and forgot what I wanted. I needed you, and you knew it. I wanted to need no one, but you stayed by me just the same.
But now you're different, and I can't place why. You're distant, you're moody, and you won't tell me why.
I need to hear it.

Reception show tonight. I don't know if I want to go. I'm just into that scene anymore. I actually don't think I ever was into it, I just went because of other reasons. Reasons that collapsed a long time ago.
I think I'm setting myself up for tears.