Friends

[obsidianshadows]

I am constantly reminded these days just what it means to have friends, who actually care about me, for who i am, and not for what i can do for them. People i can tell to fuck off, who will turn around and ask me what is wrong, instead of telling me to go to hell, and storming off. That is something that i haven't felt, in as long as i can remember, and i am not quite sure what to think of it. And even now, that i have felt it, it is still from so few people, that i can as yet, not feel comfortable completely with it, for fear that when i do, it will end. I still have to many people who are there, because they have a use for me, most of those people who i can actually see face to face. So few of those people that i have actually met, are there because they have an interest in how i feel and what i might need. The problem is i have been dedicating my life to everyone elses happiness i am not sure what i would do, if i wasn't putting everyone before myself. It has become second nature to try and help everyone i know, before i do anything fo myself.

But, Blah, i babble, when i should be trying to sleep so i can put another thankless day into helping improve everyone elses lives, but my own.