So glad I spend all my time making sure all my friends are okay and safe. What do it get? Shit. Absolutely nothing. I wear myself thin making sure you've got what you need and that you're okay, I text you once needing something. Two hours later still no reply. Glad to know you'll help me while I'm having yet another fucking panic attack. Glad to know I've burnt myself out to be there for you and you just shit on it.
