NaBloPoMo Day 14: Untitled

Last time I looked, I am pretty sure I didn’t have the word “doormat” written on my forehead. So why do I feel like I am one?

I guess I’m fed up of making allowances for people who never take the opportunity to do favours for me. Sick of working my arse off without any thanks and being pressured into doing things that somebody else could do. Even when those people aren’t around I am made to feel the brunt of their stress. I’ve got enough stress in my life at the moment. Just leave me to get on with my life, and maybe give me a bit of support instead of giving me grief from the sidelines.

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