I put up with a lot, I think.
But that is what I do. What else is there? If you define yourself as a carpet, you can't complain if you get walked on.
I mean, if you take a job eating bees...
I digress.
I guess, it is just sometimes I want to talk and work out my problems and get advice and be better and be happy.
It just so happens that when I try to talk, everyone I talk to tells me their problems so they can fucking relate to me or whatever, but hey wait this is supposed to be about me and then all of a sudden it isn't and I am stuck helping everyone every time.
I want to be happy too.
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1 comment:
Trying to relate via explaining own problems seems a lot like me. I'm sorry if this is the case - if it happens in the future, just tell me.
Speaking of which, we don't talk much anymore. I would like to talk with you more.
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