Others have been dumping all their problems on me.Usually, I love listening because that just proves it's not only me against the world.
We're two peas in a pod of dilemmas.
But lately, so many people have been coming to me with their problems; to vent, to get advice, to cry, to relieve themselves...
I'm only capable of so much.
I don't mind lending an ear, sharing the pain, or being a friend.
After a while, I guess I sound anxious for everything to be over- for everything to go back to normal, and it shows in my voice.
I'm blanking out.
It's funny how I let people down so gradually until they feel like they're about to fall off a cliff, and it's only an inch above ground.
But do I look like a toilet to you?
My blog posts have been longer lately, maybe I should just shut up & listen.
Fact Of The Day: I can't tell the difference between stressed and content anymore.