My friendship with you edifies only you. My shoulder is yours to cry on, but when I need to cry, you do not spare an inch of cloth for me. My time is yours to waste, but time for you is not easily dispensed. My ears collect the trash overflowing from your troubled heart, but there is no depository for me. You can make your demands and pull your weight all around my world, but a momentary power shift to me is impossibly unthinkable, and downright rude!
I don't want to be your friend, if I cannot cry on your shoulder. I don't want to be your friend if you cannot spare your time for me. I don't want to collect all of your trash because I have too much of my own to bear, and I don't want to do all you will for your pleasure, just for you to forget your empty promises to me.
This topsy turvy relationship does not suit me. It benefits me not at all, and proceeds to hurt me. Why should I remain a friend to you who want that which you cannot be?
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