Busy Life

I get so upset at life sometimes, and I’m not hard to please. Everyone is so ME oriented. Or maybe I’m just too OTHERS oriented. No person dares say they’re sorry. Not one says they know how you feel. Not one says, "thank you" (at least not enough). Not one says, “what’s on your mind?" Everyone's so quick to counter with their problems; I’ll actually listen, but just hear my side in exchange. Shared experiences make us stronger. We’re all more similar than we think. I hate: “I cant talk about it, you won’t understand”, “This is different, you don’t fucking get just how serious this is”, “I have no time for you, seriously no time, I am busy every minute of every day, not one second in my day is worth your time, I’m so busy with my life that not only can I not listen to you, but I can’t tell you what’s wrong with me”, “why are you so serious all the time, I just want to drink right now, shut up”, silence… no response… silence… even after simple inquires, humorous texts, calls, emails, silence, acting like things are good when the other knows that you should no way in hell even make eye contact, but you do, in fact you engage them like nothing happened. But why? No one is that unique, or that busy.