Since my friend's come back from the navy, it's time to start trying to patch things up with the girlfriend he broke up with before he even left (and they started seeing each other again midway through his training). So, I call her. All I remember is that she was pissed off at me from the last camp out, so I figured she didn't want to talk to me anymore. My life then happened, and I ended up spending another two weeks in the psychiatric unit of a hospital, then I get out and start rebuilding myself from the ground up. I'm now able to take college classes and am in the mood to create, which hasn't happened for several months. Several long months. I'm not yet so confident I'd ask a girl out, but that day's coming soon, I can feel it. She calls me back today at noon, saying I should be sorry that I wasn't in contact with her because she was really depressed during the time my friend was gone, too! Apparently, she called me four times (calls that never popped up in my phone) just to have someone to talk to. She said she thought if anyone was going to help her, it would be me. She did help me with my issues from time to time, but at the time she had gotten pissed off at me from the camp out, I thought that was it. She didn't want to talk to me. She had successfully shown me I wasn't wanted. So now I'm supposed to feel bad that her life sucked too and I wasn't there to help her out, despite her being a bitch. Do you want to know why she was pissed off? She said that I didn't say "hi" or "bye" to her (she left because she didn't feel wanted). Thing is, I remember saying those two words. Because I remembered saying those two words, I assumed that she was trying to alienate me from my best friend, like she had done with all of his other friends. So now, to smooth things over, "it's gonna take a long time before I'm convinced that you're [me] even sorry." To be honest, I don't care that she was pissed off. I don't care that she's dating my best friend. What I care about is that she insists on bringing the drama of her life into mine, which is, frankly, unfair. I didn't tell her how depressed I was while he was gone, not because of him (though it didn't help), I didn't tell her how I had started working for his parents and then had to quit because I didn't think anything I ever did was good enough, despite it being exactly what they wanted. I didn't tell her I'm on disability...and I'm supposed to be sorry for her? I can't afford to be sorry for myself!