By the time you read this note, I’ll be gone and you’ll just be getting home, drunk.

I get so damned tired of being everyone’s emotional dumping ground. And, in return, having no one around when I need a little bit of a listening party.


Hardly seems fair, but I do it to myself, I suppose. I hate how disposable I am to people in this respect. It breaks my goddamn heart, the amount of emotion work I put into others that is never returned.


It is better to be cold-hearted and unfeeling and uncaring than deal with this kind of a come down.

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2 Responses to By the time you read this note, I’ll be gone and you’ll just be getting home, drunk.

  1. Sounds like you need to stand up and assert yourself girl. Your friends use you because they can. You are an emotional punching bag that never comes back with a left-hook. Tell them jokers to get their s*** together and stop coming at you with so much bull. I bet you got your stuff in order and they don’t, that is why they be bailing up on you with all they garbage. Enough is enough – tell them to get stepping. If you don’t, I will.

  2. Well, they are my friends for a reason, obviously, so I cannot really come back with a left hook when they are suffering with whatever goes wrong. It is the lack of respect later, when I am in need of a little support myself, that gets to me at times. Assertion is definitely needed, but asking them to get hoofing, perhaps not. It is apparent that I waver on this, of course. Meh. Thanks for the offer of getting them to step it, though.

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