Everyone seems to like me, but nobody seems to love me.
Everyone seems to trust me with their secrets, but there's nobody I can trust with mine.
Everyone seems to rely on me to play their therapist and be their shoulder to cry on, but there's nobody with an open shoulder or listening ear for me to use.
Everyone has at least one person that has liked them for years, but nobody has ever truly "liked" me.
Everyone can live, but nobody is fully alive.
Just a few tidbits of my day.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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