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i'm damn depressed.

it has always never been about me. its always someone else.i sick of being stuck in the middle.i'm not without problems.and its pissifying enough to know that i'm just a point for people to get to someone else. i'm not even trying to delude myself because i know its a fact. still.it is not my duty to help. i'm not godlike. i cant control things. think about how i feel when all i hear is someone else. look. i never said it has to be me. but i dont need to know and i dont want to help. what. i look like a motherly figure who can solve your problems because i'm fat right? what the hell do you think i'm and who the hell do you think you are. one person not enough still must have two at the same time. you mean i look like some kind of free advice center? what the hell. there is a limit to what i can say and what i can help with. stop pushing me because i'm near my limits already. i dont want to have anything to do with it anymore than i want to know about it.

being fat in this world is a crime. not being chio in this world is also a crime. you know what, i'm fat and i'm not chio. so i commited a crime and i'm paying the price for the crime now.