Tug of War

Somewhere between caring about them while trying to distance yourself from them because you know that that’s the right thing to do before things spiral downward toward hell — that is, if we aren’t there already.

Should I stop giving a shit, because the respect I give anyone is never reciprocated anyway? And the few times that it is, it takes the form of a feeling so strong that the end result is heartbreak and a broken friendship that I tried so hard to nurture.

There is no such thing as appreciation, just blame. I would give anything to turn my heart into the ice cold rock that everyone perceives it to be. Guilt accumulates quickly like dust, coating the fragile thing that it is.

I’m stuck in a limbo because both possible moves result in pain. The question is however, is it going to be mine or yours?