I know people tend to say about not making life about yourself.
but then, it is my life so maybe I can make some things about me.
because what about me?
am I the only one who’s suppose to hurt?
supposedly I should be taking care of someone else’s heart but no one cared for mine?
supposedly I should try and be there for anyone but nobody’s there for me?
supposedly I should think about someone’s feelings first over mine?
supposedly I should try to be more generous to the people who hurt me?
supposedly I should always be the bigger person?
supposedly I should hide my pain so others could heal?
supposedly I won’t get to hurt? or grief? or cry?
supposedly everyone get to hurt me and I was supposed to be okay with it?
then what about me?
because I don’t see anyone does that to me.
should I really jump over ocean for people who won’t jump over a puddle for me?