I tell myself I shouldn’t complain and that “It’ll blow over in a week” but then it doesn’t because the next week only gets worse. I seriously don’t even know how I got into this funk but I’m just waiting until I get out of it.
I mean there’s so many other people I know that are honestly sad to the pits and I compare myself to them saying “Joy stop your problems can’t even touch what people have been though” but then I realized something.
My problems are not irrelevant, their just not yours.
I’m going to sound like an ass. But maybe it started with the whole not-winning the Japan Essay thing, even though I thought my essay was really heartfelt and I was pending on that money to give my parents a break.
Maybe it’s because people only talk to me because I talk to them and i simply give everyone too muc attention. I don’t know how to stop I’m just way to frickin empathatic. And I’m pretty sure
shoot I’m crying now because I know why I always cry shoot. I hate everyone.