My Toastie Outlet ♠

I don't want to try anymore. Either plunge down to hell on your own, or hang onto the rope that's been let down for you.

Yours truly can no longer be bothered to make an effort to socialize anymore. Neither will she bother to care for anyone anymore.

Jun Kiat, I'm too tired. You're a tiring friend to support. You're a despicable person for making me waste my time and effort on you. Not only mine, remember your aunts and mother. I still don't get it, you can try to encourage me, you can try to show you're pulling through with your promise; but you're already so close to giving up, so close to being despondent. That's why, I'm going to stop trying. I will stop until you've decided to help yourself and not give up. Given your current state of mind, I have a feeling that you'll break sooner or later. So until the time when you're confident that you will not break and give in to helplessness, I will not be your emotional support. No more. Not when I, myself, is prone to breaking too.

Labels: emotions, life