I don’t understand how I can be nothing but nice and a good friend to
you, how I can go so long without judging you even though you’re a
fucking mess, how I can give you so much advice to try and make things
better, and you can turn around and treat me like I’m irrelevant. I
don’t look for an eye roll every time I speak about myself in return for
helping you through every single one of your problems over the past
year. Have some common courtesy, or else stop asking me for help.