the only things we ever talk about: you, you, you or you nagging about me going over to new zeland because you 'need' me. what about me, hey? i have my own problems (it's funny because when i actually do try and talk to you about my things you just end up saying 'if i was over there,' or 'i need you here.' fucking shut up. i can't just drop everything in my life right now for you. if i did? like i would be allowed to go over there anyway. my parents don't even know you exist - i've told you this a million times. and honestly you're just getting on my fucking nerves now. (considering you said you would come over here at the end of the year. i'm sick of the stupid things you say.)