“Oh, hi. It’s me again. You’re probably busy, but I could really use your help. You said you’d be there for me if I needed you. I’ve left messages and texts. I can only assume that you were not fully aware of the frequent needs I have; it’s- I’ve become a burden you can no longer bear, or no longer want to. It’s fine. I’m used to this game. You’ll reach out to me when you’re in the mood to put up with me or if you need me to do something for you. I tried calling less, but you got offended and questioned my love. I felt bad so I allowed you to bleed me dry with constant favors. I didn’t complain because I valued our relationship greatly. Every so often, when I begin to spiral, I call you, but I guess you’re always occupied at the time. A handful of persons have tried to warn me that you didn’t want to be bothered with me; I didn’t listen because it would have increased the doubts which already plagued my mind. Anyway, call me back when you get this. I love you! Bye.”