I have just had it.
I am generally a nice person. I put up with a lot. I do all I can to make people happy...and it's never ever ever enough.
[whine] My life is so shitty. [cry] It's just not fair. [sniffle] Nobody loves me everybody hates me guess I'll eat some worms.
I am so tired of all of it.
Nothing is EVER enough.
[bangs head on desk]
I gripe about things in my life. I bitch. But I still get up in the morning and go through it all again and again. I have no choice. Someone has to do it and, apparently, I'm the designated person for the job.
So, why is it that people around me can so easily get away with not holding up their end of the bargain? Why is it that, in the end, after all is said and done...I'm the one holding the damn bag? I'm sick of holding the bag...this fucker's heavy.
Could someone please grab hold of the other end of this thing for me? I don't want anyone to take it all. Just a little added strength is all I need...just a helping hand.
You know...someone said something to me earlier about how when you're single, on your own, and have no one to worry about but yourself that it's great because you don't have to answer to anyone.
Yeah, well, you don't have anyone to lean on when you need it either. You don't have anyone to give you a helping hand when that bag you're holding starts to really weigh you down.
And you don't have a shoulder to cry on when the burden is so hard to bear.
How is it that all of these people around me...the ones who leave me holding the bag...have a shoulder to cry on, but when I try to find someplace to lean...it's just not there?
Talk about unfair. =/
