May
20
Forgive me.
For thinking I meant anything to anyone, because I was obviously mistaken.
For thinking that after all the times I’ve fixed everyone else, and listened to their problems, and sorted their relationships and dealt with all their trivial shit, someone would give a flying fuck when I’m upset.
For thinking that me sticking up for everyone anytime they needed it, meant that someone might do it for me once.
For thinking that this was a amutial friendship, and not a one sided counselling service.
