I need some B in my life!

For crying out loud, I need to quit this introspective bullshit.  It's so unbecoming...like horizontal stripes on anyone who isn't the size of an Olsen twin, velour, and jumpsuits...or most specifically a horizontally striped velour jump suit.  Yes.

Anyway, I'm debating over how you can tell if something is 'too late.'  I mean, I'm only 19, so I don't know how I can really give up on somehow when there are potentially 60 years for him/her to change.  (But do I really wanna wait for our lives to be over to know if a relationship will turn out fine?  Yeah, Paula Cole actually makes sense here.  Go figure.)  Like a friend who never has time for you but still says, "I love you."  Or someone you never bothered to be friends with and then wondered why he/she isn't nice to you.

How long do you wait for that friend to wise up?  I have almost completely stopped IM/text/facebooking said friend and naturally our communication is currently around nil.  But I still find myself annoyed over and even obsessing with it.  I have such guilt issues, I suppose.  But I feel as though I've done so much already.  And I don't know if I have the nerve to tell someone that they blow at being a friend.  (It's like a fucked-up Golden Girls anthem:  "You suck at being a friend.  We travel down this road and back again.  Your heart may be true, but you ain't a pal nor a confidant.  And if you threw a party and invited everyone you knew, you would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say, 'I wish you were a better friend.'") 

Onto my second person of issue.  I keep meaning to say something.  I really do, but is it worth it?  If we're not going to have to deal with each other soon, can I just let it be?  Or would it make more sense to take a chance and try to make the rest great?  This one I'm more conflicted about because the ball really seems to lie in my court.  (Did I seriously just use a basketball metaphor...and a cliched one at that?)  But then again, it doesn't.  It lies at half-court.  I guess it always does though.  Ugh.  Sometimes I wish I could just go be a hermit.  But I'm too high-maintenance for that shit.  Please.  

This is why Beyoncé and I should really be friends.  We wouldn't have these problems.  B and I would have a very honest and open friendship where we could tell each other any and everything.  And if we had trouble communicating, we'd do it through song and/or dance.  If that didn't work, we'd create alter egos to express our bad sides.  Worst case scenario, we'd call up Oprah and have her moderate for us.  Gayle could come, too.  She's a peach.