I dont even get it. So a few nights ago, I talked one of my friends out of commiting suicide. Through out my parents divorce I was always the one mediating all the family arguments. I was my dad's shoulder to cry on. I was my mom's shoulder to cry on, I always have been and always will be my sister's shoulder to cry on...Why can't I have any one to go to?? How come I can help other people but when it comes to me I can't DO SHIT? I have to freakin do stupid things to make me feel better, and that lasts only until the next morning and I get all ashamed?? Its just not fair.
Bry
Bry
just reach across open my bunk and ill be like what? and youll say i just needed some one to talk to i just need an ear, and well share all these weird momensts