Not again...

I want to say that I can believe that he did it again. But I can't. I don't understand this. I don't understand the fact that I call and text and call and text and wonder what I did, what I could have said that would make him ignore me like two weeks ago. Could I have left a pissy message on his voicemail last night? Did I threaten to kiss someone else? I hate when nights out with friends become a blur and I have to piece my life back together through spurts of memories. I didn't kiss anyone else. Didn't want to. Wanted to see him, but I was out. I went out for a friend's birthday and had a good time until I started to worry about him.

Why? Why do I worry about someone who doesn't even respect me enough to let me know that I fucked up, that he fucked up, that we're over. So now I have to decide if I can take anymore of this, if I even have the choice... I hate this silence.