I have this thing where people will, within seconds of knowing me, immediately telling me their life story and the worst things about their lives. It was really bad when I worked retail but now it’s people in my complex. Creepy Neighbor from last night for example, the first thing he said to me was that his sister and his niece had died recently and that he’d moved in with his family because his sister had cancer. I don’t even know if this guy knows my name. This happens all. The. Time. And I used to just feel bad for these people. But I am so tired all the time. And now idk I’m starting to get mad. I’m depressed. I’m tempted to end it all at some point most days. I’m absolutely exhausted and do any of these people care about that? Of course not. They take the fact that I am too tired to speak as an invitation to keep going. Or I’ll try to say I have to go and they interrupt me to keep talking.

I’m too tired for this.

I want you guys to feel like you can talk to me about stuff you’re going through. But I consider you guys, especially my mutuals, my friends. It’s part of the deal and plenty of you reciprocate. There’s no reciprocity with these people. It’s more like a conversational hostage situation.