When do I cros the line the seperates self-preservation and self-pity? When is cutting a way for me to express my need for help and when is it just me feeling sorry for myself? When do I need to get my head outta my ass and toughen up because I have so much to live for? When does it stop being me having a problem, and start me being a problem?
When do people start getting tired of me?
I’ll never know. Because I’ll never ask. Because they’ll never know.
And I already know what they’d say. For the most part at least.