(What, is my life revolved around others?)
Sorry, but I don't live for you, I refuse to live for you, but I feel so damn compelled/obliged/freakingly forced to. I don't know why, but being polite is like a default, sometimes, I wish to scream at myself and tell the other to !@#$
off. Go away, far far away, if you need only me, no, error, if you need only my *insert whatever shit here*.
Gosh, it's so hard to trust anyone/anything anymore. Questions and Hopes. Dashed and Forgettable. Oh, such an easy thing to forget, oh, only when I need 'you'. And I'm giving things up, because it's so tiring and I feel so sick. As sick as you can be.
[Heart of Gold isn't always gold]