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Sometimes I can't help but wonder. Am I too proud? Am I too nervous and do I get angry too easily? Why I am so fond of helping other people that I care about so that they are happy, well fed and peaceful, but why do I turn into a hysteric and neurotic bitch when somebody wants to help me? It's kinnda sick actually.
But I don't know. I really don't. Maybe I expect too much of myself. I expect things that I am just meant for - great marks, great relationship with my friends, lots of money, great looks. I can't really get any of it. I am a bit tired. Maybe I should let people help me. But... actually... there's not much to help. Cause I don't have a lot to whine about. Maybe the lack of money. But it shall pass when I shall surpass my pride and laziness.
Anyway. I don't like to be a bitch towards my friends.
But I don't know. I really don't. Maybe I expect too much of myself. I expect things that I am just meant for - great marks, great relationship with my friends, lots of money, great looks. I can't really get any of it. I am a bit tired. Maybe I should let people help me. But... actually... there's not much to help. Cause I don't have a lot to whine about. Maybe the lack of money. But it shall pass when I shall surpass my pride and laziness.
Anyway. I don't like to be a bitch towards my friends.