My Name Is...

I was overwhelmed today. Not myself a single bit. A little... no a lot fidgety, discontent, and anxious. I had a long list of "To Do's" today and only crossed off one thing (disappointment to the max). A friend called me this morning and told me I was a "ditcher." Oh, right, don't forget "flake" as well (all for the sake of stupid homework). I've heard these names before, in the past I've always laughed it off and let the name tag stick, at the same time my resistance to conflict pounds me through the floor. But not today. I tore off that dumb tag and shoved it right back (yep, through the phone line) where it came from. It's not fair that I get tagged with guilt because a friend can't trust me. But really? What sort of friendship can be rooted without trust? Zero, zilch, nada, impossible. Yeah, I'll say it's a risk, and a pretty big one! A risk worth taking? Well, that's up to you, but come on, give me a fair chance. You gotta trust!

PS- I've been working really hard, don't push me down now guilt!