24 little hours

here's what a difference a day makes...

I'm pissed off. Two of my friends won't take 3 hours to do something.
And for some reason, I thought I was the only one, but have realized that, in fact, I am not.
(I suspect you're looking for details here, but this'll have to do)

Even though none of the three of these people have said so, the meaning I attach to all of this is that I'm not good enough.
I do this to myself, I know. I can choose to just get off it, and let it go. My choice, however is to be hurt more than pissed, because of some stories I made up about why they won't do it, and how I'll never be number one for anybody.
I have averaged about 4 hours of sleep less than I'm accustomed. I'm certain once I sleep, I'll be able to see things from another perspective.
Until then, quite frankly, I am self doubting and lonesome.
For the record, my little voice is saying you probably think I'm bi-polar or something...