I don't know what I expect when I pour every little bit of myself into the things I do for others. Clients, bosses, loved ones. Even when I try, I just can't help myself, I work with everyone else's feelings in mind. But I know it's not the same for everyone else.
People treat me like shit, my job is sucking me dry, and my family is the definition of suck. I guess that's why I became an alcoholic in the first place, and why I've thought about offing myself so many times. But I'm stronger than that now, all I'm saying is that this is exactly how I felt all those years ago.
History repeats
To live is to suffer, and to survive is to find meaning in suffering.
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