For one person in particular. They have their own, life, friends, and problems. They know so much about me, there's not much more interesting to tell. I can't really help them with their demons. All that's left is boring me. So I don't know why they still talk to me. I have nothing to offer. I fear maybe they just talk to me now out of pity and polite social obligation, and I just a burden tagging along. I hate doing that to them when they really don't have to; they are better than that. But I don't know what I'd do if they left. And the fact that I feel so strongly about them is just another burden I'm putting on them that, again, they don't have to deal with and doesn't deserve to either.