Unsurprising but no better off

Today I spent 10 minutes pacing outside in the rain swearing at the trees. Trees don't get offended like people do. And I needed to swear at something. Because you never remember. Or else you just don't care. I'm sick of being the only one who cares. I'm sick of crying every single day, and half the nights. I'm sick of wishing you would call. Just once, can something go right? Can I get lucky? Or is it an illusion that'll come crashing down the first time I try to show you, once again, that I can't stop caring?