It's all because of you, you know? You don't know, of course. You are the one who makes me feel happy or sad, but mostly bad about myself, because you act like you like me one second and then you're on to the next person you see.
It always seems like you only come to me when you need help, advice, and/or support when you have a problem.
It is not that I don't like to help, no, the thing is with you. You are one of those "friends" of mine who only need me when they have a problem. You don't desire talking to me, you just desire my help. And it's not cool, it's not cool to only have "friends" who always need your help with their lives, their problems.
When am I getting help?
I might be talking very selfishly right now, but I just don't get it.
I don't get it, and it hurts even more to know that you, the only person I thought that was going to help me, are so selfish to only think about yourself and your problems.
I'm nothing more than The Helper, and it fucking sucks.
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Sent, November 16th, 2015 at 8:36PM.
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Unreachable Love
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