Support System

I'm lost in this.

I don't know what it is exactly,

but I'm lost.

I can't tell you how I feel,

and I can't let it eat away at me.

It hurts me.

It hurts everyone around me.

But as long as you're happy,

nothing else matters,

right?

No, I'm afraid it doesn't work like that.

Not anymore, anyway.

I can't be your support system.

You're an adult,

you can't always depend on everyone else.

Figure it out for yourself.

I know you can,

you've been alone long enough.

I've been blaming myself, you know?

Telling myself it'd have been better if I stayed.

Better for you,

but I'd be miserable.

I am miserable.

I don't know how to let go.

I can't be your support system.

I'm angry with you,

but I can't stay that way.

I never could.

I never can.

Maybe someday, I'll be able to be.

But for now,

I just blame myself.

And I hate that I do that.

It's not me.

It's you.

I'm sorry.

But I can't be your support system.

Don't call me and tell me what's wrong in your life,

without asking about mine first.

Hell, don't call.

You want to run away from your problems?

Do it,

but don't ask me for my opinion,

so that when I disagree I'm the bad guy,

and then you can justify your feelings.

You need a job?

Get one.

Being a coward doesn't count,

so rule that one out.

Don't ask me what I think you should do.

I refuse to be your support system.

I love you,

you know that...

But I'm sorry, dad,

I just can't be your support system.

Not anymore.