Waiting

So today I talked to the school psychologist again. We didn't plan on talking today actually, but he called me out of class. Anyway, we talked about stuff, but in the end I didn't even tell him what was really bothering me, and that's not even weird.
So let me explain it: A while ago, I told him about Dennis. I told him I got mad at Dennis for wanting to go somewhere for about 4 days, and I told him that afterwards it made no sense to me that I got mad. He asked me more about Dennis and I told him I thought I got mad because we already don't talk much, since he usually goes to bed at 8. And now here's the reason why I didn't even feel like telling him what was really bothering me: When I told that psychologist that Dennis usually leaves at 8, he said "Oh but how do you know he's going to bed? Maybe he's lying to you and goes to a bar instead" and I got so goddamn annoyed. I already have problems with trusting people, and right now I don't want to hear "Oh but how do you know he had an accident? Maybe he just didn't feel like talking to you for months and wanted to date someone else" and blahblahblah. Like shut up, please, you're not helping me like this. Who in this goddamn world would even lie about having an accident?
Oh and I'm still waiting. I'm almost just literally sitting in front of my computer, looking at Skype with my phone close to me so I can check whatsapp too. I do realise that I'm waiting for nothing though. I don't even have the rights to expect Dennis to come on Skype, and I don't have to expect him on whatsapp too. I actually really just want to send him a message, but I guess I'll just wait for him to come to me instead. The thing is just that he doesn't really need me, so I guess I'll be waiting for a very long time then. I still hate this, I wish it wasn't real.