I’m a basket case. I already know that, it’s nothing knew to you and it certainly isn’t to me. I’m fucked up from shit I’ve been through thanks to others but also thanks to myself. I know what I’m here for. I get it, I’m not supposed to have the easy good life where people who actually love me are in it. I’m supposed to have the rough one so I get and keep thick skin and learn to make others happy in their lives.
It’s what I feel I’m meant to do and I’ve made peace with it. I’m the friend who is supposed to be the; shrink, fun time, and go to person so that way I can fix the other basket cases. I’m supposed to keep everything in and not break in front of others. It’s difficult but I’m dealing.
So why aren’t you? Don’t try and fix me. Even if I drunk/high txt or call you spilling out some dark secrets ignore it and act like I don’t exist. Don’t you fucking dare txt me back saying I need help. I won’t except any from you or from anyone else.
Posted on Sunday, 6 May
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