Seriously?

Sometimes I just wonder if you even think about me when you decide to say and do things. How on Earth do you just suddenly decide to tell me that you're going to be gone for the holidays? You act like my family isn't falling apart, like I have people to spend it with. Yes, I agree you should go visit your mother during the holidays, but a day later leave for a football game? In San Antonio? How do I fit into that picture. Every time I get a chance with you, I try to put you first, because I know the time we share is limited. I put my priorities out of order and sacrifice to see you. Every time I see you. Every other weekend you tell me you have to go do this, and you have to go do that. Fine. Do whatever you please. Want to spontaneously move to California? Go ahead. Don't let me stop you. Want to go weeks without seeing me because you're too lazy or God knows what to make an effort to see me? By all means, do so. I'm sick and tired of this. I don't know in what way to put it. I've been nice, I've been mean, I've hung up on your face... You just don't seem to get it. Whatever. Go do whatever you want. It's your life. And from what I've seen that you've shown me, I guess it's just not as important to you as it is for me to include me in it.