There's times where the only help, the one
little thing that could save you, just won't come.
I'm sick.
Sick, tired, done. I'm just so full of this shit, there's little more I can
bear of it.
Why is it
so difficult? Why can't people ever recognize the efforts? They just rant and
rant about how you must be smarter, stronger, faster, better. Why can't they be
happy with who you actually are? Why can't they appreciate you?
Not saying
that everyone looks at me and thinks, or says "Such a waste". Of
course not - there's a lot of people that don't know you, or don't think so
lowly of you, or maybe even notice everything. But the ones that hurt are those
who criticize, those who look at you with disgust or plainly tell you you're a
disappointment.
What I really
need is them to stop.
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