I feel like I've been giving up pieces of myself. A little here; a little there. I don't feel right about what I've been obligated to do. At first I did't think thing would change this much. I had no idea how much I would have to give up. I feel like my thoughts don't matter, that I don't matter. I the more that is asked of me, requierd of me, is the less and less of myself left for me. Requests and faviors and tasks and jobs and resposablities eat and claw away at my soul.
