whoa is me

It is super stressful being the one everyone runs to for help when there is never help when you need it. I don’t ask for it because I know they are in no position to help me. I soldier on alone. I kinda see a small glimpse into how Michael must have felt; being of support to his family even when it jeopardized his healthy and happiness. This feeling I feel always harkens back to the lyrics of That’s What You Get For Being Polite.