Why is responsibility something people feel that I owe them when they are lacking it?
Why should I lose sleep and sanity for the sake of "being a good friend," when the other party couldn't give a damn about me?
I've been in trouble, and I've needed your help. Just once, of course.
But I was left to my own devices,
because you've only ever loved me in an "eros" sort of way.
Hello, there, what can I do for you?
I've been needed, and I've been expected to "bail you out" so many times; I've always done it.
But not this time.
This is the time to learn to be big boys and girls. If you can always rely on me, then you'll never learn.
Besides, it's your fault for choosing to do the
So fuck you.
and FUCK EVERYONE