"Nothing really matters...to meeeee."

You know, I just got yelled at by a friend for something I didn't do. To be fair, she wasn't yelling at me, but she was venting. About 3/4 of thee way through the conversation where I am trying to help "solve" the situation, she tells me that she is pissed off and just needs to vent. My chest got ripped in half because I didn't do the right thing. I'll be sure to ask next time. Next time, I'll just keep moving when somebody, anybody tells me that they are pissed off. If they should decide they want to talk about it, I will simply keep my fucking mouth shut. I will zone out and let them have their moment. I have too much on my plate to get yelled at because I can see the other side. I am compassionate by nature and spend time trying to anticipate other people's needs. I guess that's what makes me never have the right answers. My problem it that I try to be fair to everyone. Well, as of today, FUCK it. I will cease to be fair and take care of my own ass in quite the manner that the rest of the world seems to do. Because, I mean, when in Roman why not make like a statue?

All good things come to an end. You can go ahead and stick a fork in me...

I'm done.