To the person who's words are keeping me up at 2 AM:

FUCK YOU!

You don't invite me to your child's birthday party (a child who I have known and loved since before they were born), you send me pictures of said party and then two weeks later have the gall to ask me to babysit.

Really?!

Give me a break.  The only communication we have really had in the past 9 months has been via email, text or Facebook; and even then it is sparse.  You don't happen to get my texts or voicemails until days, if not weeks after I leave/send them.  I invite you to every event we have, but you never come.  You always have some excuse.  No matter how valid they are, they are getting old.  You don't tell me what is going on in your life, and then get exasperated with me when you talk about some big thing that has happened and I tell you I didn't know that was happening.

Get your head out of your ass!  It is not all about you.  You can be as busy as you want, but it doesn't mean that I have to continually put up with your excuses.  I am fucking tired of being understanding.  It stops now.  It stops with your most recent "poor little me" stunt. 

Get a life.

Actually, get back to your old life.  The one you had before you were so self-important.