If you donít care about my adventure,
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donít try involving me in your drama.
You always greet my good news with censure,
while moaning from self-inflicted trauma.
Depressed by the decisions you deploy,
despairing that your life is such a mess,
you cannot let me share a single joy,
without imposing guilt for my success.
The record of your dismal history
drones on so loudly you canít hear whatís new.
If you can never be happy for me,
donít expect me to stay sorry for you.
Although I pity you for your sad state,
I cannot endlessly commiserate.
The quickest way for me to learn something new is to first understand why I'd like to learn it.