Tired, tired, tired. I felt so full and now I just feel empty. Or at least relatively so.
And I want to say things, I want to speak without having to explain, or have people try to fix it or douse me in sympathy.
Tired, tired, tired. I felt so full and now I just feel empty. Or at least relatively so.
And I want to say things, I want to speak without having to explain, or have people try to fix it or douse me in sympathy.
*strums guitar*
~Please stop always trying to fix my problems~
~I don't need people to baby me all the time just tell me to shut the fuck up and get shit done please~
Just have to remind myself I am not responsible for other peoples happiness.
Make it my mantra.