A Series Of Uneventful Events.

Do you?

You say that you care. You tell me not to do it. You tell me that you're here for me. But do you really mean it? These are merely the words that come out of your mouth as I desperately pour my soul out to you. Have you ever shown your care apart from this time? Have you ever tried? Have you ever even noticed when I wasn't myself? Have you ever even cared?

I sit and listen to your petty problems, not the ones that actually matter. But when it comes down to me, you hardly try to flatter.

I listen and listen and listen, but when was the last time you asked how I felt? Genuinely- not just as a matter of greeting. You ask how I am as a tear roles down my face, but not soon enough to hold back the waterworks. How much longer do I have to listen to your crap for? How much longer till you notice?

I don't give a fuck any more, don't come to me with your shit and stick me in between it. Come to me with the things that actually matter, not the things we'll forget about once they're over.

I know I'm not one to take things to heart, I now I'm not emotional. I know this must make it hard for you, but isn't giving effort what we should do?

Isn't that what friendship requires, effort? But how will I know, I'm no expert.