Does anyone else feel that everytime there is an episode with your bp, that there is always those people that make it about them? Or there are the ones that swear that they know how it is and they are too one of us. Or wait the ones that don't really care they just want you to keep helping them whenever they need it, regardless of how you yourself is feeling and going through at the time. It is almost like you are so divided inside for everyone else that there is nothing left to give yourself, and then you wake up and you forgot you somewhere in the mess of everyone else.
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