I get sad often, for little or no reason.
I have panic attacks triggered by seemingly innocuous things.
I have a lot of baggage.
When I was a child, I was still this way. I expressed my pain to my friends.. and, they tolerated it. They'd hug me or let me cry..
Then someone told me I was "just being emo." "Just looking for attention."
... It was after people told me they thought I was lying just for attention that I realized that.. they don't care to help me.
My problems are my own, and ONLY my own.
I hate it when I can't handle it on my own and... I bother someone with the way that I feel.
Hell, I feel guilty because you wasted seconds of your life just reading this.
My problems are my own.
I deserve everything that happens to me.
While I don't like them... I deserve them.
... which is why I handle them ALONE...
So I don't burden the ones I love.