told you all the things I didn't want to happen, and you did them. I told you the type of people can't stand to be around, and you became one. I told you why I'm depressed, and now you've become it. you know what breaks me, and yet you choose to scrape the wound deeper and deeper, hollowing me until I feel my problems are useless to mention. Stop coming to me, stop talking to me, stop making me feel helpless, stop making me feel like I can't even try anymore. I've lost all hope, now what? Are you still going to knock at y door asking ME for MY help? STOP USING ME AS A FILLER FOR YOUR FRIENDLESS DAY-TO-DAY.