I am so FUCKING SICK of this. Once again my best isn’t good enough, do you not understand what I do for you. I’m so sick of covering for your fucking ass when you don’t even appreciate me. Why do I even bother? Why do I do this to myself? Why do I get so worked up over this? Why do I let you do this to me? I’m just going to fucking stop. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t fucking do this, ever. If I didn’t think I might be able to help, I wouldn’t. Course I never do anyway. No matter what I do, nothing is good enough, nothing helps. Let’s take a minute to consider how that makes me feel…ok enough time wasted on me. I’d give my life for this and you wouldn’t care. It STILL wouldn’t mean anything to you, I hope you’re happy. You make me sick.