I couldnt think of a title until I saw my clock. Its too weird, and im getting tired of it.
I...I don't know what to do. I finished feeling really happy that one friend is finally looking up when I get a message from Eric. Hes upset and feels hopeless and mentally I just collapse. I can't do this! I am bad enough, and I am thankful Eric stuck by me with that, but I went over so much with him, that my brain and emotions are far too over taxed to do it all again.
So I did the only thing I knew. I got up, left the room, and cried in the bathroom. I help alot of people I try to be good to everyone because I know if i don't somewhere down the road it will bite me in the ass, but why? Why the constant need to assist? Even the Percocet isn't helping me.
So I have to stand alone, fighting my demons, and helping my friends fight theirs when all I have
is a level one staff and worn out boots.
I don't want to give up, but it hurts...alot. Im returning the favor to friends. They helped me when I needed it, and now I'm helping them. There shouldn't be anything else to it. Let my hheart weep....I hate love anyway.
~a.f
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