To D:
What the hell is your problem? Okay, don't answer, I know there are plenty. But do you have to bother me just because you're bored? Don't get me wrong, if there's a problem I'm willing to listen and give you advice, but I get the feeling that you don't give a shit anyway. So, you keep telling me the same shit over and over, but when I ask you don't answer. And then you ask me a hundred times to call you and when I do you don't have anything to say, besides you're bored. Guess what, so are others! Seriously, you've reached the age where you should be able to spend some time on your own. I am not your boredome therapist, okay?
I know your life isn't easy, and I've tried to help you on more than one occasion. Remember how we met? Remember how I accompanied you to the therapist (even though I was suffering severe stomach cramps and felt shitty)? Remember the summer? Or how I stayed with you, took you to the KTH, cooked with you? I was there for you, and believe me it hasn't always been easy. And now? You abuse me as your -I don't know, bordom release? I wouldn't actually mind if you told me your problems, but you only scratch the surface of everything and then you go elsewhere. If you want my friendship or support then actually take the effort to concentrate on our conversations for a minute, otherwise you don't have to come to me at all. I don't care about your childish squabbles with your friend and her boyfriend, because it happens EVERY day. For the past 3 years. It's tiring. Tell me what's going on with YOU, damnit, that is what I care about. Otherwise I won't be able to help you.