a short story...another favorite of mine. this one's pretty self-explanatory...*

All About You

I'm so tired of pretending I'm not fed up with you, disgusted by your actions. I'm so tired of being the supportive one, allowing your world to saturate mine. I cant go on watching your life curtain move up and down, acting as if I'm unaffected by your mood changes that are more up and down than a manic depressive episode. You have this switch that you turn on and off, your feelings like a goddamn yo-yo that work at convenience for you and for you alone. I'm so damn tired of your go 'rounds.

You'll change and be better.

We're friends and we're not.

I don't care anymore. Find someone else to call when you're in a lonesome stupor, and find someone else to call when your mini victories grow. You're not here for me. You're not here when I'm lower than low and don't want to move. You never have been, and it's likely that you never will.

So, tell me, again, what the hell am I doing? Why am I even here? Am I the one you turn to when no one else cares? Am I the one that makes it a little easier on you and for you? You're a big girl. You can handle it on your own. You're the strong one, remember? That face you put out, every move you make, you've got it all down.

But we don't have a friendship. You have a friend in me. I listen when you need to shed a tear, and you don't do a damn thing for me anymore. It's all about you. It's forever about you.

I'm looking in the mirror, questioning our actions, questioning what was and what couldve been, and I wonder...has it always been only all about you?

Now, I'm looking in the mirror, questioning my stupidity.

Of course.

It's always been about you.