A Friend is a Friend

So I listen. Contently at that. I give my input, my thoughts and my concerns on the situations. I am there to console and give happy thoughts.

Do I get that in return? No. I don’t get asked about my day, about how I am, how my life is. In the words of Toby Keith, “I want to talk about me.”

Just be the friend that you want to have. That’s my rule and I wish that was her rule too, because I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be the shoulder to cry on or the person to pick her up. My mind and heart aren’t in it anymore and I’m worn out from the same thing daily.

That’s all, I need to vent sometimes and I have no one to really vent to but this blog right here. I don’t like talking about myself, my feelings or anything, to really anyone, but I would like to be asked. Even though I’d listen to everyone pour their hearts out, I need to do that too, and when I do I come across as vain and I don’t want pity about how I hurt or how I’m stressed. So instead I’ll just keep my mouth shut, but even as I do that, you should still ask me how my day is.

<3 Mrs. D