Why did our paths intersect?
When did I allow you to come inside my safe zone?
How did things get to be this way?
What are you going to do to make up for it, and why do I hope you will, though I know you won’t?
Where will I be when you realize you really do need me?
I was perfectly content with my life the way I’d always known it… practically a recluse. I was okay with just going through life as the person who had a few friends, a couple people she’d hang out with on a hot summer night. I was fine with not having someone who I confided in or felt like I needed to call on a regular basis. But then, for the sake of my one true love, I made myself become the friendly person. I forced myself to be okay with opening my home and my world to you. Although it took a lot of work for me, I became alright with you constantly needing every ounce of attention on you. I realized that I’m the type of person who gives and you are the type of person who takes. That’s just the way the cards were dealt, and I accepted playing the hand. I don’t know when it happened, but I woke up one day and you were a selfish, arrogant child. Either I’d been walking around with my head up my ass or you were really good at manipulating the people around you. I hate to give you that much credit, and I hate to think I was fooled by the likes of you, but I also know that I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. It took me a while to stop feeling sorry for you. Every single time something slightly this side of right went down, I was there listening, giving advice, letting you cry, and I was okay being that person. But when something went wrong in my life, you made suggestions that seemed to benefit you. You gave me advice as if I were someone you wished to be unhappy. Luckily for me, I was and am smart enough to realize that I can only count on myself for the honest answers. Luckily for me, you helped my eyes shoot open to reality, to the truth. I quickly understood that feeling sorry for you only fueled your unhinged craving for drama and empathy. At first, I beat myself up for rolling my eyes behind your back and telling myself over and over, “I’m so done with this!” I want to be your friend, still, after everything, because I know you need someone like me in your life. But there’s only so much a single person can give before they’ve been sucked dry. For your sake, I hope you realize this before it’s too late, because I won’t stick around forever. I won’t wait until you grow up and see what a horrible friend you’ve been. I won’t be here when you grasp how much you’ve needed me all this time.
Dedicated to all those who know what it feels like to be taken advantage of =)