I'm a train wreck.
Between OCD, PTSD, depression, and anxiety, and a nice sprinkling of agoraphobia, it's really hard for me to connect to people.
I hate life sometimes.
And I hate the people who connect to me when I can't connect to them.
And I hate when people lean on me when my needs are unmet.
My needs are usually unmet.
I have kids. Comes with the territory, I tell myself.
Yet here I am. A real person. Needs unmet... because I happen to listen too fucking well.