Tonight, someone told me that I was insecure, and that I dont tell anyone about me. This was followed by some pretty screwed up stuff, and some not so nice words.
It amazes me, how without knowing that I'm doing it, I take it. I am naive to think that this is normal. I consistently allow this to happen around me. I am always there for everyone. Even if being there means...to sit and listen to nonsense. I'm there.
But sometimes, it would be nice to have someone there for ME.
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