I wonder if I was meant for you.

Sometimes, eventhough you consider yourself close to that certain someone, it does not mean you can talk to them about anything or everything. When I'm troubled, I can't seem to pull myself to speak to you, may be because my instincts told me you wouldn't care and that it would hurt more if I tried. Sometimes I really just needed to call you to rescue me, but through past exprience, something told me that I should not. Because in the past, you did not cared even when I was stranded in a place I wasn't too familiar of. Something told me that you didn't care anymore. Though so afraid, alone and broke, I still could not bring myself to call you for help. I was desperate for comfort, but I was afraid it would hurt more. Because something else were more important to you...