I am afraid that if I tell you that I am hurting or in need or something, then you will not want to be around me, because my role is to help you.
How weird is that.
It's like I'm afraid of being human or something.
I cannot be incomplete.
I cannot be messy.
I cannot have moods, or leave stuff out, not if I want to be loved.
How weird is that!
Crazy.
Welcome to my world.
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For people that are about them, a comment about oneself require them to stop being about them and consider another. Their life is suddenly off balance because it is no longer about them. You are the unbalancer and they get angry... as if it was your fault to have needs. It is not about you it is about the other one being about them
i'm not actually sure what you mean, but I know you care about me. So thanks for caring about me tangibly.
Natalie Grant's song "Perfect People"
Casting Crown's song "Stain glass masquerade"
Sanctus Real "I'm Not alright"
We love you Jim!
TPJ&K
thanks tribe. And anonymous, whoever you are: you pegged my world: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0IHDe1O74c&feature=channel
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