Inability.

Sometimes, you feel that you have this certain responsibility to keep the people around you happy. You'd love to be the one to do so, to be that very person to paste the smile on their faces. Or at the very least, even if its not a smile, manage to help them with whatever weight thats on their shoulders. True, there's no exact obligation to do so. But in a way, the responsibility is there. Just because you're friends.

And sometimes, when they don't react well, you feel as if you haven't done enough. Maybe you weren't good enough. Or maybe you feel you aren't... good enough as a friend. Sometimes, you feel bad that another person did it before you did. You feel inferior. True, its not exactly a competition. But the high standard you've placed on yourself to be that kind of friend to them, is enough to kill a small part of yourself.

Sometimes, I wished I wasn't this way. Cheerios.

-Shaft