This is what my life feels like, half the time.
I have an EXTREMELY BAD HABIT of leaving people to die. But as time progresses throughout my life, I’m beginning to see it as a good one.
I used to hate pushing people away from me.
Now, I almost encourage it.
It’s my way of weeding out the weak, the shallow, the fickle.
I hit my breaking point last night. I’m not going to mention names or point fingers. I’m just tired. Tired of constantly tending to everyone’s needs. Tired of having to be a blantant dick to people, just to show a point. I make the points that I do, because they are valid. I do it, because I care. I’m not going to do that anymore. I’m tired of people asking for advice only to disregard it like salt on a sidewalk after a blizzard. Everyone has a breaking point, and I apparently hit mine.
I can only dig a grave so deep before it’s big enough to fit me.
And I’ll never do that again.
