Whatever (Journal entry)

I really hate that word, whatever. What does it even mean? Does it mean your tired of me being right. Im always there for you, physically and emotionally but you cant do the same. Through death, relationships, joblessness and depression Im always there. Why cant you do the same me? Are you afraid someone will love me when you couldnt? Are you jealous? Or are you just unable to? I cant say I wasnt warned, that you would just steal my heart and play with it. You have to have you cake and eat it too. Im not a goody to be devoured when you feel like it. I needed a friend, someone to talk to, cry to and vent to. I have done for you, been your shoulder to cry on. Now you tell me Im a bitch, I was too hard on you. I shouldnt of expected so much. I should of stroked your ego and been quiet about it. You used to love because I was always honest with you or was that bullshit too. Just one of many disappointments when it comes to you. Im done, its done, your done.