Sometimes being me is such a thankless job...
I hate it.
I hate how I give my all to people... how I'm always there for them...
and they get used to it.
Eventually they learn to become numb to my efforts. Then they simply expect it.
And that's when I'm taken for granted.
Always.
I wonder what would happen if I stopped doing what I did. If I stopped caring so much.
If I merely disappeared. What then?
I hate it.
I hate how I give my all to people... how I'm always there for them...
and they get used to it.
Eventually they learn to become numb to my efforts. Then they simply expect it.
And that's when I'm taken for granted.
Always.
I wonder what would happen if I stopped doing what I did. If I stopped caring so much.
If I merely disappeared. What then?
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