If you text me today whinging about your **** again, I'll pretend I've left my phone at home. You're meant to be my best friend and the only time I've heard from you in the last month is when you wanted advice. I'm not your goddamn agony aunt. I've got my own **** going on. Not that you'd know coz you don't ask, and I don't text seeking advice/sympathy every time something is a little difficult.