A friend is dying. I want to help. She says she is miserable, disappointed, depressed. She does not need consolations. I don’t know how to help. So I just listen. I want her to let it out. I listen with patience. Her miseries, her troubles and things she never got.
I listen and do not realize, I’m being manipulated all the time. I listen and do not realize, she was being selfish all the time. I believed she was sensitive, but did not know, her self obsession, her lack of concern for everything and everyone, her blind eye.
I’m not sure if she ever was a friend to me anymore. I’m not sure, if I ever had a friend. My friend is dead!!