For some reason I always allow myself to be treated like a doormat. I get stepped on & kicked when I'm down & my "Welcome" sign invites this type of treatment every chance one gets. I am kind-hearted, helpful, caring & giving. I'm a great listener & a loyal friend. I bend over backwards & go out of my way to help others & I do it from the kindness of my heart. I just don't know why there aren't more people in this world who behave the same way.
My new doormat shall read:
"Wrong address. Nobody here by that name."
I don't want to hear from people who only call when they want something...a ride, money, to borrow something, etc. I don't care to listen to you blabber on for an hour about your drama filled insignificant life, when you don't listen to my current struggles, goals or dreams. No, I won't attend your "Pure Romance party" as you didn't attend mine, and I really don't care to hear about how healthy you've been eating, when I have already told you I have an eating disorder. It's inconsiderate & hurtful. Hence, kick me when I'm down.
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