I am tired of my "friends" making decisions for me, and I am stupid enough to actually do as they say. If I make poor decisions, it is my choice. I appreciate their concern, but they take it overboard. If I don't do things their way, they tell me they're done with me. But in reality I am the one done with their shit. To top it off I am never anyone's first choice. I am never the one people want. I am just scraps. I am used by many, and treated like crap by others. I am vulnerable, lost. I cant help it, I am weak. I understand that at times we have to make wise decisions, but what about when we are mistaken? Why is it so difficult for some to forgive us? It doesn't matter, in term they are just temporary. Everything is temporary but their violence has to go.
I am tired of my "friends" making decisions for me, and I am stupid enough to actually do as they say. If I make poor decisions, it is my choice. I appreciate their concern, but they take it overboard. If I don't do things their way, they tell me they're done with me. But in reality I am the one done with their shit. To top it off I am never anyone's first choice. I am never the one people want. I am just scraps. I am used by many, and treated like crap by others. I am vulnerable, lost. I cant help it, I am weak. I understand that at times we have to make wise decisions, but what about when we are mistaken? Why is it so difficult for some to forgive us? It doesn't matter, in term they are just temporary. Everything is temporary but their violence has to go.