Woe is me post

Why can't tragedy in real life be as entertaining and poetic as Shakespeare, or even John Hughes I would take that. My tragedy just seems to bog me down it doesn't make me want to rhyme, and I am positive I'm not going to be the misunderstood girl getting all she wants when this movie ends. As of now I'm saying all the wrong things, and everything that could possibly be blamed on me is being blamed on me.  My head hurts all the time, and I feel like I'm stuck in an avalanche. I can't seem to please anyone, and I'm stuck in a Cinderella type of existence these days. I seem to give and give to have it just thrown back at me. I'm not entirely sure what more I can do to make people happy. I get frustrated just like anyone else, but whenever I speak my mind it just seems to come across horrible. No one takes what I say to value they just immediately get angry, but when its their turn I keep an open mind.  I should be paid the same courtesy as everyone else. No one seems to pay attention to where the problems are rooted.  They all just want to point fingers at me, and I am positive that life would not be the same if I weren't around to clean up everyone's mess realistically and emotionally. I'm always the person that people cry to, and I'm supposed to side with them help them with the issue. However these same people truly have never been there for me. Its insane to think I came from this, and that I'm  not the most selfish person on the planet. I suppose honestly if you look at it two selfish people would breed a totally selfless child.