Someone once asked me: Don’t you feel that no one listens to you the way you listen to people? Don’t you feel, that you listen to people so carefully, because you couldn’t talk to anyone, when you were feeling bad?
Doesn’t it seem to you, that people make a joke out of the worries you have?
Don’t you feel like you’ve spent your life among people, who have absolutely no idea what kind of situation you’re in?
Don’t you feel like you’re trying with all your might to help, but like you don’t know who to ask for advice, when you get stuck?
Don’t you feel like you endured so much at a young age, that you now feel older, than you actually are?
A lot of questions and I had a lot of flashbacks.
Sorry for reopening your old wounds too..
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