over, and over, you tell someone your needs…and, over and over, they just get frustrated with you, and then seem to forget about everything you said.
over, and over, you find yourself doing more, and more–thinking maybe you can alleviate their constant stress; and, in turn, they’ll be able to respond, appropriately, to your needs.
over, and over, you find yourself feeling like you have nothing left to give to someone who doesn’t care enough about you, in the first place, to be bothered with your needs.
finally, trying to help alleviate their never-ending stress, you stop telling them about your needs, hoping that, maybe, it will make everything with them okay again.
consequently, it doesn’t…you just end up more alone, and empty, than ever–and they’re too preoccupied with themselves to even notice.
(yes. absolutely. i recognize the, gaping, logical, flaws in that line of thinking. it’s a lonely train of thought that really deserves to have a voice–instead of just staying silent. hearing other’s voices and connecting, for me, is what’s making a difference. depression is a selfish, narcissistic, beast that does nothing but treats others like shit and tries to suck everyone else down with it; plus, it does it all while playing the role of victim. i despise it. also, yes. i am well aware that’s offensive to those that feel offended. sorry.)