from kattsune's journal, she got it from someone else
This is a public service announcement from all of us to all persons taking advantage of the service we provide. We hold nothing against you. We're happy to help. We don't see you as weak, simpering, pathetic people who can't run their own lives or deal with their own shit, as we know you see yourselves. But, for the record, we're getting tired. Behind the solid wall of our pragmatism and strength is pain. Huge, bucking, straining toothy pain. We are here for you because we've learned to master it better than you. We are happy to help. But we're tired. We can not show you how fucked up we are. We can't even show ourselves. It took us years to trap it behind that wall and we're not letting it out again. But we're tired. We'd like to kill ourselves sometimes. But we don't. Because we're happy to help. We genuinely care for the people we serve. We know they care about us. But we're tired. So tired. So while everybody is helping you pick yourselves up off the floor and we stand there stern and practical with our lists and good advice and tissues and chocolate, and while everyone is taking your delicate feelings into consideration, that somewhere we still hold out the hope that someone will do the same for us one day. Just because you don't see what goes on behind the mask doesn't make it any less wretched. Assume we'd like to be considered too. Assume that "thank you" while it goes a long way, could mean more. Could *be* more. So to all of you that have a regular rock to lean on, please consider switching services from time to time and giving your rock a well deserved break. Because we're getting really, *really* tired.