"I want to be there for you, but you make it so hard sometimes. You push me away and then when it comes time that you really need someone, not just me, no one is there for you. Hell, the last time I know you needed someone is because you told me. And by then its too late to do something."
I know. I know so much of how I act. End it. Someone. Please. I'm tired. This isn't living.