What cities?

I’ve been told by a close friend that all I do is talk about me, myself, and I. My life and my problems. Told that I never ask about him, talk to him about his problems, that I take him for granted. That I’m selfish. 

Since then, which was only about a year ago, I try to limit the number of times that I’m allowed to vent to a certain person. However, I break some my venting rules every once in awhile, like now, or when I know I can trust someone. I want to talk. Even so, I fear that I’m establishing myself as a selfish, childish, whiny, melodramatic brat.

Maybe the stress is starting to kick. Finals, fear of failing calculus, internship, not fitting in here, being a loner, long distance relationships, my hopes, my wants, and very much wishful thinking.