what i do for you.

you know what? i listen to you better than anyone else ever would. you even admitted it. you tell the majority of your problems and feelings to me as if im some sort of therapist, because all in all i give in and throw you some advice. and it's not because i have some huge crush on you, i don't. i don't give you advice just so you can thank me and be nice to me, you don't. you're wimpy, and i care too much about you. i take all this crap from you, and sometimes even give you some. we see each others ugly sides. you and i aren't in the same group at school, so that gives you some right to ignore me. i was the one who broke up with you, yet i still have these stupid feelings sitting down in my heart resisting to get the fuck away. it's stupid, you know? you don't and most likely wont know how i feel, because honestly you could care less. and then there's me, i try my best and do everything i can for you. you think of me as just your friend, so i will treat you like a great, or even better one than how you treat me. in real life people can't imagine us as friends because we don't talk. but then you tell them i help you and i listen to you, and you tell me all these nice things. and i believe you. because i am always willing to hear what you have to say. sometimes you don't care about me, and that's fine. i get annoyed at you anyways. just please know that i have been there for you and ive had your back through thick and thin. you haven't done the same for me, that's because i don't ask for much in return. i don't really need you to listen to me, to be honest. i don't need your opinions and advice. i already help you enough. but sometimes i wonder if its worth it. you lead me on. you want to know what i think? well here's the cold hard truth.