It all happened last night, on the tough, firm bed of a pull out couch. I was texting a friend of mine that I’ve had some trouble with. You see, she had always liked talking all about herself and her problems. That’s all she would talk about. It got to the point that I would completly stop talking to her. I know, selfish of me. But I couldn’t deal with hearing her problems all the time. You see, lately people have been coming to me only to tell me there problems. Sometimes people I barely talked to. It was extremely hard. I was dealing with all off the stress that they were taking out on me, plus dealing with my own personal problems. But, last night it hit me. I’m actually helping these people out with there problems; making their life easier. If they can remove there stress and sorrows and dump them on me, I need to be strong and able to deal with them. You know what? I may not know the meaning of your life, but I think last night, I found mine. I’m here for all of you.
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