Live. Laugh. Love.

I don't understand.

You've used me as your crutch when things haven't gone so right in your life. I may have been 100 miles away, but as far as you were concerned, I was right by your side supporting you as you slowly fell apart. I watched as you crumbled into pieces and ripped yourself to shreds. I lapsed into hysteria as you took another pill; I was afraid my words weren't enough to keep you alive. It felt like it was my fault; it was my fault I wasn't there for you, it was my fault I couldn't find the words to make you stop drowning your sorrows. You wouldn't sleep, you couldn't sleep; she had taken every bit you were willing to give her and threw it away.

So even after I listened to every word you said, after I did everything physically possible, you're angry with me. You haven't learned anything: you're still arrogant because you're such a "stud muffin amongst the girls." You're still looking for the wrong people: your idea of a date is getting a girl in bed because you want her to like you. Stop looking at it this way! Open up and take a risk. Fall in love. Go to a movie with someone. Laugh. Live. That's where it begins.