I should be a counselor, a psychotherapist.

I've been the listening ear for problems ranging from crashed crushes, cinta rindu-ism until to the point of hating ones parents, starting from the day I entered form 1 (I'm not bragging or anything, it's the truth!) and it goes on till this day.

And now, all these things are crushing me in return.

Maybe that's why I'm quite emo now.

I got no one to be my wet blanket, cos I'm everyone else's wet blanket.

I'm the one buying the chocolates, I'm the one handing up the tissues.




But when I choked up over something, there's always that reaction " I thought you are strong!
And you're crying? " -_-"

And I can never find the person to talk to seriously. It's just... too hard. I did a few years ago, but well, things backfired.





But I'm human too. I want a chocolate and a tissue also.

Sigh.

Maybe I should not be one. The weight is crushing me already.

P.S. This is just one of those emo posts, and one of those days when things are just ... depressing.