Blood Within Me

It is rather amusing that some people would have the audacity to feel the entitlement to our love, respect, and attention just because blood binds us.
I'm sorry,
but on the scale of greater things there is no such thing as unconditional affection -and I've learned it from the best-. There is pathological attachment, when we'd delude ourselves to love those who have known nothing of what it means to love us.
There is nothing as giving something without expecting a return. We are made up this way. No point in covering it up with our faked-up ideals.
And certainly no point in walking one step towards those who had their entire life to walk to us, but instead took the other direction dragging us behind. 
Selflessness does not fucking exist, there is a midway in between called two-sided compromises. And selfishness should never be met by being the bigger person, but rather with a reciprocated use of the same poison.
At the end of the day we'd only be stuck with our own hearts in our own skins, so tearing them apart for someone who'd never be(was never) there means shit on our own account,
so make the choices you could live with, and I'll make mine.