I’m not your bloody hotline whom you in the middle in the night just to get your question answered.
You want an answer, go do it and you get it.
Stop asking me things that I don’t know how to answer.
I’m glad you bothered to even call when you’re in camp and share your thoughts with me. I’m happy really.
But have you ever realised that all these conversations was all about you? You didn’t even bothered to ask me how am I doing now, am I happy. No.
I know I’m not that sucha a fabulous friend. But please bear in mind I’m also human. I can’t possibly be your listening ear 24/7, 365 days. I have my tormenting issues too. Not your hardisk storing all your thoughts, it get full over time too. Then who’s gonna store mine.