I have an old friend who ring me up once in a while to ask for help.
I almost always helped her, cos she’s the only one who understood me through my teenage angst period and also the only one whom I bothered to keep in touch with after getting out of secondary school.
3 years ago, “Hey can you help me with my portfolio? I have an interview with NAFA tomorrow.” And so I stayed over that night and helped her sketch Audrey Hepburn on the floor.
One and a half month earlier, “Hello, are you free to help me paint something for halloween?” This time I half-heartedly painted the hair of the Witch, and again, sketched the Lion on the floor. Yesterday, “Hey can help me get the pills? I so desperately need them.” If only you can hear how reluctant I was on the phone.
Darling, if I get 2 months worth of pills for you, how am I going to get my own 2 months of pills when I need them?
Someone seriously have to stop relying taking advantage of me in desperate moments, and someone seriously really have to stop being so kind to ungrateful friends.
