A moment of silence

Sometimes, you just have to be a bitch.

Im tired you know, that’s all, im just painfully tired. Life is exhausting; it drains every will to live and every iota of drive and energy that ever dared inhabit you. I cant, I just cant go through living like this. Always, just always bending over backwards, listening, perpetually listening. I mean, I know it was written somewhere in the best friend bylaws that you are aloud to moan till the moon paints itself in blue, but there are limits- boundaries.

Cant you never just shut the fuck up?

I know you’ve had a tough couple of weeks, trust me ive tried to make them easier for you, trying to share the burden, make it easier. I would stay up all night talking to you, not let you out of my sight in school, come over whenever I got a moment of peace. I listened while you whined, hugged you when you cried, and then acted like I believed you when you said it was ‘your sinus acting up’. I fought with my parents for you, sat for endless hours doing research for you, telling you everything was ok, things work themselves out, it all falls into place sooner or later.

I was your human redbull.

And after, a 12 hour day, of bull shit with a side serving of hysteria, I come home, after saying bye to you five minutes ago, and then this-

she says:
listen, I need to ask you something..
she says:
am i losing my looks?
I say:
?
she says:
was i better looking in the earlier years
I say:
(please tell me your joking)

A very big part of me thanks god that your pissed, and that your probably not talking to me.


(Im horrible, im sorry.)