I never ask anyone for help. Mostly because I don't want to be a burden. You know this. You know me. When I finally did come to you, you should've realised the severity. I poured my heart out to you. You even had the audacity to tell me you were wondering why I lasted this long without breaking down. Then why didn't you reach out to me? Why did you let me fall? I was there for you in your time of need. Time and time again. And I probably always will be. You know this, you know me. So you should've realised the severity. Or do you just not care enough about me?