You've known me for almost half my life. You know why this time is hard for me, this day especially. I regularly make time to ask you how you are, what's new in your lives. Yet none of you can be bothered to remember, to take a few minutes out of your day and ask me how I'm doing. I only hear from you when you're in a "crisis". You have never asked about me, not once since you've known me. For once I would like to be the one who doesn't have to start a conversation. For once I would like to be asked about my feelings or my life.
Why am I the only one who ever cares?