• I've heard it before, the constant chattering, talking, complaining that you take pride in, making sure that you make me feel bad for you as if the whole world must bow before you, crying when you cry, smiling when you smile, etc, etc, etc. Yes, yes I've heard it, considering that I am the "only" person you can trust now, but that's not my fault now is it? You took your friendships, the rumors, their lies and truths, and you mixed them with your grudges, and up from the cauldron you pulled out a list of whining that eventually was brought before me. And slowly, one by one, you lost your trust in almost everyone you ever talked to, shunning yourself from their smiling faces, their laughter, their happiness that you were once included in. I am nothing but the listener; there's no way for me to give you words of advice or a pat on the back for a job well done or scold you for wronging someone though you consider it justified. I simply listen, disgusted with the hatred that you bear against your former companions, your "friends." Yes, that's what they're called. "Friends." Do you still not know what I'm talking about? Well, that's alright. I didn't expect you to answer anyways since you'll never hear my thoughts or my words or my complaints. I'm just the listener, remember? You'll have to ask someone else for help since I don't know where to start. Then again, you don't trust anyone anymore, so I suppose I'm all that you can rely on nowadays. So continue, by all means, continue your chattering, talking, complaining, and maybe I'll pay attention to your lecture on what you call "drama."