Dear You,

These days, I feel stifled around you. Close pals should be past treading on eggshells around each other, but it seems like that's what I have to do around you these days. And still it isn't enough.

If I offer help, please don't take it for granted. If I take it back and you get mad, that's you taking it for granted because I didn't have to offer it in the first place.

If I don't help, please don't think I don't care. It's probably because I can't or because it's something I think you should be responsible for.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, please don't think the worst of me. I don't think I did anything to render that.


Cheers