Two friends have come to me in the past twenty four hours to confide in and/or spill their thoughts to me. Not just their thoughts though. I’ve also gotten some tears, some heartache, some stress, all around unhappiness. And I just can’t. I’m always there to listen BUT YOU GUYS I DON’T HAVE A PSYCHOLOGY DEGREE JUST YET. I’m normally so okay with hearing out my friends problems. I’ve always considered myself a good listener. But god dammit. I don’t know what it is. Perhaps I’ve reached my listening quota for the month and everyone should just check back in in a couple of days. I feel for my friends’ well-being but I have my own stress to deal with right now. I guess that’s just it. I have no worrying room for anyone else right now. And let me tell you, I am a worrier. Oh my lanta. Well, there’s my rant for the evening. Goodnight tumblr. I leave this post with a…help me, I’m poor.
Everyone else’s stress is stressing me out.
I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.
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| — | Oscar Wilde (via tat-art) |
