Christmas at last. And I'm somewhat happy.

Well, it's 1:22 in the morning. Christmas morning, that is.I'm happy that it's finally here. And guess what? Josh still hasn't called me. Not since last Thursday, anyways. I'm starting to re-think our relationship again. I'm not that happy anymore.... I just wish he'd see that and take charge of the situation and at least pretend that he gives a flying fuck about how I feel about it... I don't know if he's really trying or not, but I'd highly appreciate if he could at least call me and tell me "Merry Christmas, baby. I love you." Those six simple words would make me so happy. But no. Ugh!