"I don't want you to give it all up
And leave your own life collecting dust
And I don't want you to feel sorry for me...
I just wanted you to tell me the truth
You know I'd do that for you
...And I was the one who was lifting you up
When you thought your life had had enough
...There's nothing that I can do or say
So now I need you to tell me the truth
You know I'd do that for you
So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?
Is it me, is it you
Nothing that I can do
To make you change your mind
Is it me, is it you
Nothing that I can do
Is it a waste of time?
Is it me, is it you
Nothing that I can do
To make you change your mind
So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?
...What is it I've got to say...
So why are you running away?
...To make you admit you're afraid...
Why are you running away?
-"Running Away" by Hoobastank
How Much More Unfair Can Things Get? There are times when life is simply not fair. Times when I wish I weren't such a 'good' person and could drop the dead weight that I've been carrying around. I balanced my check book today and then calculated how much of it is paying for someone else: $1000. Really? I'm left with $5 in my checking account this month because I'm being eaten alive by the debts of others. I can't even get someone to fucking say "thank you" for what I do, and another person fucking asking me for more help. I don't have anything else to give! I don't have any more money. You've already taken all of that. I don't have any more of my heart to give. You've already trampled all over that. I don't have any more of my body to give. You've already used that. What's left? What about me?
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