I think it's funny that when you're completely depressed, you come to me, ruin my good mood, but i help you because you're my friend. But when i'm upset, you couldn't give two shits about me or my issues. I don't want to bring you down, but you're suppose to be my friend. You're suppose to help me. I'm happy you're not sad, but sometimes i just want someone there for me when i'm at breaking point.