"Dump on Me"
i'm so tired. it seems like every time i talk to someone back home in wisconsin, they vent their troubles to me. i'm starting to think that i have "I AM YOUR SHRINK. I WILL FIX YOUR LIFE." tatooed across my forehead. people keep telling me their problems. i don't really mind people telling me, because sometimes i can help them, and that feels good. what i do mind is that they always seem to assume that i have no problems of my own that may require advice or attention. like i said, i don't always mind, but lately it's been getting to me. within the space of three hours last night, i was informed that alice was raped but they caught the guy and now there's a vicious court battle (this happened a fewweeks ago, but no one bothered to tell me), mike is breaking up with kate because he caught her fucking his roommate on his (mike's) bed, table, and counter-tops, and ashley called me to inform me that my suicidal friend'sroommate had to take him [my friend] to the hospital to have the slashes on his wrists sewn shut. that's just to list a few. there are more, and i could go on for hours, but i won't. suffice to say, i need a break. i don't know how much more i can take before i shatter.