You told me to not treat myself as I was some kind of biologycal debris, right... Um. Then... Why can't I help it? I mean. What.
You know I'm not useful at all, I'm sorta busy with studies and I'm a lazy person, I can't give financial support and can't do much when it comes to help users. I end up asking you what the hell to do.
Seriously.
I apologise for those headaches I can't heal. For all those bitter moments I can't help you to deal with. I'm sorry because I can't even help you to look for a better staff. I'm sorry because the people who know about what is necessary to know don't want to help, because they already know what you do is hard work.
To make things worse, I feel like I cannot quit because if I do so, then things would be a little bit harder for you. Yet I want to, knowing that is a selfish idea, just to stop feeling useless for once.
You know, my self-steem hasn't been at its full lately. I've realized that I fail at many things. I fail at being a good girlfriend, fail at being a good friend, fail with social relationships and fail at being as happy as I should be.
I'm scared because I want to be with you. But I still need support from my parents and I'm pretty sure they won't approve it. And it makes me so sad to think that eventually we'll have to break up or something, I'm so scared honey...
You are like a luminous dream irradiating me happiness and comfort, a warm feeling that makes me feel light and blissful. But then you go away, and I wake up. And it's cold and the light surrounding me is harsh and makes me feel as if my skin was being torn apart.
You told me to not treat myself as I was some kind of biologycal debris, right... Um. Then... Why can't I help it? I mean. What.
You know I'm not useful at all, I'm sorta busy with studies and I'm a lazy person, I can't give financial support and can't do much when it comes to help users. I end up asking you what the hell to do.
Seriously.
I apologise for those headaches I can't heal. For all those bitter moments I can't help you to deal with. I'm sorry because I can't even help you to look for a better staff. I'm sorry because the people who know about what is necessary to know don't want to help, because they already know what you do is hard work.
To make things worse, I feel like I cannot quit because if I do so, then things would be a little bit harder for you. Yet I want to, knowing that is a selfish idea, just to stop feeling useless for once.
You know, my self-steem hasn't been at its full lately. I've realized that I fail at many things. I fail at being a good girlfriend, fail at being a good friend, fail with social relationships and fail at being as happy as I should be.
I'm scared because I want to be with you. But I still need support from my parents and I'm pretty sure they won't approve it. And it makes me so sad to think that eventually we'll have to break up or something, I'm so scared honey...
You are like a luminous dream irradiating me happiness and comfort, a warm feeling that makes me feel light and blissful. But then you go away, and I wake up. And it's cold and the light surrounding me is harsh and makes me feel as if my skin was being torn apart.
