Is life throwing lemons at you? Do you need a blanket to sleep? A cozy book or a bar of chocolate maybe? I know how you must be feeling.
Or maybe not. I don’t know what you are feeling. And how would I? Who are you to me anyway. I don’t know anything about your life or your struggles for that sake. So you know what? I’m done giving you advices. I’m done with giving advices before I even began giving any advices. You want to know why? Because they are all useless. I’ve got piles of them stored under my bed, which reminds me that I’m supposed to throw them away.
I’m asking you again to tell me honestly. How are you, really? No. Don’t give me those bullshit answers like – ‘I’m fine, thank you for asking’ crap. I don’t want them. My tolerance level has got down to an absolute zero. So start talking and spill the beans.
No. I’m not going to solve any of your problems. I don’t have answers to any of your questions. So don’t try to seek any kind of help from me. If you do, you’ll return empty handed. Because I assure you that I’m nothing but useless.
But, if you want someone who’ll listen you ramble on, sit with you and hear you complain. Count me in. I’ll be there. I’ll be there if you need me to bitch around. Let’s talk about how senseless everything is and how clueless we are, ever since the day we were born. If you need someone like that, count me in. I’ll be there.
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