"What are you thinking about?"

"Something."

"Would you like to share it with me?"

"Maybe. ... I was just thinking about something a teacher of mine once said, about someone she knew. The guy was depressed and had a tendency to send out messages to friends hinting about his urge to off himself. 'course, they'd get pissed at him after for the worry and stuff, but my teacher just went on and on about how his parents don't care anymore.

She tried to talk to them and they acted as though it were nothing. 'Course, he's been doing this over and over and over again for years."

"I see."

"Yeah."

"Why are you concerned over this?"

"I guess... I know I should be thinking about how miserable this guy's got to be to have to resort to what he's doing for attention. You know, problems abound in his life and all that and probably family issues and stuff... but, I'm just not that humanistic I guess."

"Why do you say that?"

"'Cause I can understand why his parents act the way they do.

I mean, you care for someone and care for them a lot and that just makes you worry over them more. But when they do stupid stuff that makes you worry over them over and over again, it gets tiring. And then you just become cold and irritated over it.

It isn't 'cause you care for them any less, you just don't have the energy to continue, you know? 'Cause it's just so tiring and painful... and you know that if you keep caring, you'll break one day. And I guess, I'm not as strong as some to risk breaking."

"I can't break. I won't let myself."