my stomach drops everytime i hear anything about my past friendship with someone who meant a lot to me and i cant stand it anymore. i’m sick of being the one that everyone comes running to when they’ve hit rock bottom. “the fixer” is apparently an adequate word to describe me. i hate that. i’m sick of trying to help everyone that i pose some interest in and never here them ask “what about you, are you okay?”. the truth of the matter is that no matter who i finally connect with, all that matters to them is themselves and that which they cannot achieve […]
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