Why do I put up with incompetent idiots and let them drag me down with them? Why do people bitch at me even though I'm trying my hardest? Will I never be good enough? Why do I let others tell me what to like?
Nobody ever asked me what I liked...what I wanted.... I just did things because I didn't want to upset others....
Was I wrong?
I feel like it's too late.... I let opportunities slip away.... I'm stuck with these doubts I have in people.... In...you....
Why am I always the villain...the tragically misunderstood? The scapegoat? The doormat? The tool? The puppet?
The one living in your shadow....
Why did I ever waste my life with you? Why do you still try to control me? Why do you think you know what's best for me?
Why can't you just let me do what I want and let me be happy?
I feel better kthnx.