I have a friend. She thinks she’s doing better than me. Maybe she is, I don’t really care.

Lately she has taken an interest to advice me, help me through the rough time. You know, like a personal cheerleader?

She likes to know what am I doing, whether am I actively looking for a new source of income. She would encourage me to do things that I have no confidence nor interest in, push me harder, instill doubts puts questions in my head. She tells me how to go to sleep when she realized I’m having trouble sleeping. She doesn’t know that I drink, bet she would share a few recipes with me and then tell me to cut down. And she worries about my money.

Although sometimes I noticed she doesn’t hear me, I’m too tired to scream anyway.

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