i realised, the moment i am a burden, a liability, a hindrance, no one would value me, trust me, love me anymore. even as my best friend, half an hour of waiting would kill you. maybe, best friends become mere acquaintances after many years. maybe i'm just a driftwood. never a permanent fixture, just a floating accessory.

too many expectations. too little time. i guess it's maybe just me that sucks badly, as a friend.