a goddamned dirty lie
June 03, 2004 // 1:47 a.m.
I know I'm supposed ot take care of you, because you're my friend. But Jesus Christ. I can't do everything. I can't possibly be your therapist all of the time, on top of being your best friend as well. You threaten hurting yourself for attention, but when you do it to me it just bores me. It really does. Our friendship is constantly youyouyou and never me, and while I'm not in dire need of vast amounts of attention, a little balance seems in order. I hate to say it, but you honestly bore me with all of this melodrama. It just seems like you're trying -- begging -- for attention, which I've always given you in vast amounts anyway, so you should stop begging me for it. I don't need it. I don't need to play therapist to someone who so desperately needs either a professional or an audience. That's the thing -- I'm your friend, and while I will always be around when you need me, that doesn't mean that I'm always interested. Why don't you understand that I cannot be strong for you all of the time when you are not strong for me at all, and give shitty advice when you do try to be caring and understanding? (I'm almost better off without it.)Friends are such a pain in the ass sometimes. I can't fix it, I can't make it better. Stop trying to tell me that this time things will change, that this time things will be different, and it will all fix itself, and then all the problems will go away and I don't have to deal with them when you deal with them anymore. 'Cause that's a lie. |