Life is odd, isn't it?
I mean I try to do my thing, no really bother anyone, but something always stands in the way of me doing what I really want to do. I know that alot of people try to help, but many people hand me something small to help out, then ignore me for a while. Not that I don't appreciate the guestures, but no one really waits around to hear what I really need help with.
Then there are the others who are so busy living their own lives, and leaving me to pick up the pieces they left behind. So many who expect the world to just stand still for them why they go off an do their own thing. Expecting someone like me to run all their errands and do the little things that they can't do anymore. Or those who volunteer my time to do things they signed themself up for.
But I guess sometimes it works out for the best. It defiantely gives me something to do. But when I was running errands (recycling cans to be exact) - a thought popped into my head
"Why am I doing this?... Oh its my punishment"
"Punishment for what? ... Being born"
