I bitch and moan about every single thing that I feel like needing them. Highlighting the main trait that I hate about me is that I am egoistic. Oh, I also have short attention span. Above all, I am a good friend. I think!
Me : If every single night your sleeping in tears, don’t you ought to do something about it?
She: Something? Are you suggesting that we shouldn’t be together?
Me : I’m not suggesting that. Maybe you should talk to him.
She : I’ve told him. I even begged him to come back.
Me : So, what did he said?
She : He asked me to be patient. He strongly feels the way I feel. (Sigh) But I have to be more patient.
Me : Then? Can’t you be more patient?
She : Any more patience I’ll be hospitalized. F**k!! Don’t he understand, I want him like crazy.
Me : What else should he says? What’s wrong with being patient?
She : It somehow made me feel that I want him badly.
Me : (totally clueless with eyes rolling)
She : He’s supposed to want me more than I want him.
*this conversation was, of course, edited and was not entirely in English.*