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I think it's amazing how much we live our lives for other people (some more than others). Sometimes I feel like I don't live for me anymore and I'm just here to be used by others. It doesn't bother me too much except when I get in my selfish moods. How many choices have I made during the past 10 years just to make someone else happy? I don't think I even know what makes me happy anymore. Or maybe I am making myself happy by making the other person happy, does that count? Sometimes I have the hardest time drawing the line between being considerate and being a pushover. I wonder if this makes any sense. I'm all crazy talk...