On Being Used
I am tired of being needed. Only. Not missed. Not cared for. I can only give so much advice. It's not every day that I will listen to people's dramas and rants. It's not every moment that my chat button is active. I do not live to grant favors. I am definitely not a fairy godmother. I am tired of being needed. Months ago, you were on the telephone narrating your heartbreak. And I listened. Though I didn't have much to say, but I listened. I thought to myself that's what friends are supposed to do. To be there. To console. To cheer friends up. To listen. To be a friend. But I realized sometimes people need you damagingly. It has become toxic. They continue to ask from you, they continue to demand, they continue to take. And it is tiring. I am tired already. When you needing me borders to me losing my self-worth bit by bit, that's when I draw the line. When you needing me means I'll be your helpline waiting for your SOS call every time, that's...
