Selfish

3 Dec

I don’t know how to trust, I guess. I don’t trust anyone to be there for me because experience has taught me that no one will ever be there when I am in the most desperate need. I have pulled myself through for as long as I can remember – through everything I ever went through; I don’t think there is ever anything I could go through anymore where I would need a shoulder other than my own to lean on.

And somehow I get called selfish. Well, I am happier being the kind of selfish where I keep me to myself cuz no one else can do a better job at taking care of me than I myself can.

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