I just want to help others, since I shouldn't need help...
Me and my troubles have a love-hate relation... Yeah, I actually like my troubles, because without them I would probably be HORRIBLE, even worse than I am now, a really moaning and groaning bitch. But I still hate them 'cause they are, well, troubles. Though I hate some other things more than my troubles themselves:
1. My most trusted friends have it worse than me.
2. The people a little farther away doesn't understand.
3. Strangers doesn't care.
So what's the troubles? Well, they're so fucking small that I feel like a spoilled brat if I talk about them. Since what is a PMSing dad to parents getting a divorce? What is your own raging hormones to not having a chance to work in your own country to a good salary? How can knowing that your dad will have a hard time accepting it if you got a girlfriend be on the same level as a best friend loving you and then taking suicide?
Can someone please just glue my mouth closed so I'll shut up? Sure, everyone deserves a voice, but what I have to say is so small that it doesn't deserve being mentioned...
And how hypocritical am I on a scale for putting this in an open journal?
1. My most trusted friends have it worse than me.
2. The people a little farther away doesn't understand.
3. Strangers doesn't care.
So what's the troubles? Well, they're so fucking small that I feel like a spoilled brat if I talk about them. Since what is a PMSing dad to parents getting a divorce? What is your own raging hormones to not having a chance to work in your own country to a good salary? How can knowing that your dad will have a hard time accepting it if you got a girlfriend be on the same level as a best friend loving you and then taking suicide?
Can someone please just glue my mouth closed so I'll shut up? Sure, everyone deserves a voice, but what I have to say is so small that it doesn't deserve being mentioned...
And how hypocritical am I on a scale for putting this in an open journal?