turin

don't you hate it?
you're helping someone through their life.
ALWAYS there.
you keep them from killing themselves on numerous occasions, or so they would have you believe.
you do your best to make sure they know they aren't alone, you take everything they say seriously.

and then one day your own problems are a little more than you can bear. you just want someone to talk to for ten minutes. "that sucks, but uhhh... I gotta go. feel better, talk to you later."

thanks.

I guess here in my journal I can whine all I like, but in the real world I am one happy, shiny motherfucker. because who wants to listen to that crap? good way to lose friends I've found.

I can handle mental problems just fine, I'm just a little sick of friends right now.

yeah, I know. bear with me. I'm a glorious motherfucking martyr with a very hard life.