Make it work

All that i've done is never enough. You keep asking if i'm alright, but my answers are always the same. Sometimes when you're talking sense, i wonder if you're just blabbering some shet that pops up in your mind or you're just plain wise with words. I know you, maybe not that well, but i guess if it's not meant to be then i might as well get the idea that it ain't possible. I will assume that when you talk/confide in me, it's all because you find it comfortable t tell me things and you just want me t know. That's all. I know you're pissed at me for giving such plain responses and stupid answers but i know for sure, you still do care. How much, that depends on you.