Why do I even do this?

I'm in the throes of self-pity right now, so you all will have to excuse me. Spidey is making me feel like I'm at his house too often, that I'm in the way, that I need to have something other to do than be with him. I doubt that he even reads this, he has more important things to do than to read my stupid ass blog. Or so I presume. Right now it feels to me that the only purpose I serve to him is to be there, but only when he wants me to be. This has happened before, with Julian.

This isn't directed solely at the person in question, but has anyone else noticed just how fucking self-centered men are? That they only want you to ask questions when it's convenient for them? That they only want your input on something,...well, never? Or when it serves their purpose?

Am I blowing things out of proportion? I'm sure that I am, I have a lot of hangups about these things. Still doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. Right now he's in his room learing the NIN version of "Hurt" from my CD. I meant to leave as soon as I dropped him off, after I had gathered up the rest of my things (he asked me to get all my stuff together and put it all in his room, does that sound like he's pushing me into a corner or am I being too sensitive?), but I wanted to check my blog, even though it doesn't have a tracker, just to see if anyone had left a comment, no one had of course, I guess because my audience is like two.

I guess I'll talk to you both later.