I’m everyone’s scapegoat . And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of opening my heart and regretting it. I’m tired of trying to tell people how I feel and them not getting it. I have my own demons, trust me I don’t have room to store responsibility for yours. I hate that I am a complication to those I love. I didn’t realize the judgement that my presence clearly invokes. That I’m the last person they think they can trust. All can say is sorry because I didn’t know.
I guess that’s why its so easy for people to just let me go.