Bloated

Everyone knows I'm not the type who you can tell your problems to and expect me to sympathize. You can confide in me but don't expect me to know how you feel and tell you my sad stories in return. The best I can do is crack jokes about how lame you are or we can go out and eat as mucn as we can.

BUT.. There's always a big but - I have been listening to this person's inner struggle for about a a few months now. S/He's been seeking eternal rest since I don't know when. I was always listening patiently, always making him/her feel that it's not the end of the world, that death isn't the only way to find peace.

PERO DUDE, MAN, PARE, CHONG.. May hangganan rin ang powers ko.

You know symbiotic relationships? There's a thin line between parasitism and commensalism. That's where we stand. I feel it's not healthy for both of us. Of course I care for him/her a big deal but there are times when I just can't stand him/her. I'm a happy person, STOP MAKING ME SAD.

What do you think?

(sings "Should I Stay or Should I Go / Should I cool or or should I blow" by The Clash)