If you need anything else, just let me know. I’m more than happy to help.
That’s the sentence that always gets me in trouble.
The feeling associated with being needed is wonderful, until I can’t handle the pressure anymore.
I always said I enjoy helping people. Then I started keeping a journal, and that’s when I came to the realization: I need people to love me.
I need people to need me. I need people to like me, appreciate me, applaud me, praise me, approve of me.
Did I ever share that with you, sir? Did I ever tell you I was running away from this stupid, self-aware bullshit?
I keep trying to change the external world in the hope of fixing this lousy internal world .. Painting the car when the engine pistons are broken will not fix the problem, right?
The love for attention. Fucking pathetic.
That’s one skeleton out of the closet.
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