A week, not even. It sounds pathetic but this week has felt longer than two. And not a blip from you. What am I supposed to think you send me a video titled, "It's a Disaster." and then tell me that you are, "Collecting your thoughts, so shhhhhh." If you wanted to break up with me, I could've done that five days ago and spared myself all this agony, depression and not-quite-there-ness that has been plaguing me.
Some boyfriend you are.