Oh so confused. Sometimes I get confused by people, but I have to understand that not everyone is like me, HAH! no one is like me...that's why we're different right?
Well sometimes I come to question my value in my situation, where do I stand, why am I here? I think to myself, self (as my grandpa says) why are you here? And I can answer that question, I really can; I have a desire to be here to fulfill a need of my own, I have chosen to help...sometimes when help isn't needed on my behalf..when I am not the one who should be helping. My hands are only needed when others can't or won't do the work.
just feels shitty is all. I need to exit stage left.