Almost Like It Isn't Real

If I somehow prove I cared would you stop coming at me like this every time something goes array? Is it so wrong to tell you I'm tired of being the one to hold this together for you? When does it stop being my responsibility? Rationally I know it's not really like that. That there is more to all sides of this, but today it all feels so heavy and more and more days are ending this way. It's the dynamic we've created over the years. Maybe it's time to spread out a bit. We've spent to long moving closer together- we forgot how to be apart, think apart. It's all very confining now. This isn't about letting go but perhaps it will allow us to be happy again, to be individuals. We are so fucking dependant on each other it makes me nauseous.