And I feel so damn sick for no good reason other than the fact that I am a lonely, sad, little old mess.
Alas, I can’t fix these things. I’m not a fixer when it comes to myself.
Guess I just want everyone else to be happy, to the point where I’ll jeopardise my own sanity.
And everyone says, “oh but it’s a good quality to have” but in reality they don’t know that it is actually living hell; to not give a damn about your own life.