written in my journal in my hotel room
Look, if I get you tickets to my play, and I hook you up w/backstage passes, wouldn't you come backstage? Or, failing that, wouldn't you call or text me and let me know you weren't coming?
I'm not going to pretend that I paid a lot of money for the tickets, or arranging that was a huge hassle, but I hate wandering around backstage like a dumbass after I've just done an emotionally draining performance.
I'm sure that I'm acting this way because I feel rejected by the Power Broker. I haven't made a great effort to see her, but I feel like she's made zero effort to hang out with me while I'm here. All of my other friends have.
I guess she's not my real friend.
That hurts my feelings.