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I won't be taking calls anymore.
I realize now that I've been far too generous;
allowing myself to constantly wait on people;
making them my priority while only being their option.
Somehow I became the girl everybody comes crying to for reassurance that everything will be alright. I'm the last resort when the world has chewed them up and spit them out.
They shit on the advice I give them, anyway.
Maybe it's my fault for putting so much energy in everyone else.
I put myself in the position to protect their secrets, after all.
Then when they're asked to return the favor, most never come around. Still, it isn't guarenteed that anyone will have the courteously to call when they say they will.
Too late.
Find me some other way.
I realize now that I've been far too generous;
allowing myself to constantly wait on people;
making them my priority while only being their option.
Somehow I became the girl everybody comes crying to for reassurance that everything will be alright. I'm the last resort when the world has chewed them up and spit them out.
They shit on the advice I give them, anyway.
Maybe it's my fault for putting so much energy in everyone else.
I put myself in the position to protect their secrets, after all.
Then when they're asked to return the favor, most never come around. Still, it isn't guarenteed that anyone will have the courteously to call when they say they will.
Too late.
Find me some other way.