Why do you bother with me? I don’t understand it. You would be better off without me and all my problems. You have a loving girlfriend, perfect grades, a good rep, everything anyone wants and yet you insist on being my friend and helping me when I’m depressed. Damn it, just leave me. Do what’s best for you once.
I know you’re worried that I’ll kill myself if you don’t intervene. You…you’re probably right. But I prefer your happiness to mine.