Fine. Okay. Complain to me for an hour about how you’re tired of trying to accomplish anything in your life so that I can sit there and give you advice. Bitch about how you have “nothing” in your life so that I can lift your spirits for god only knows what reason. Then dip on me as soon as the conversation gets to me because apparently what I wasn’t doing wasn’t really worth interrupting until the conversation started focusing on me because when we were talking about you, what I was doing was of minimal importance.
Fuck off, whatever. Use me just like before. At least I get to go to the midnight premier of the desolation of smaug because I just found out that my best friend just bought us tickets so there