my life is exhausting,i do want may parents want me to do but its never enough.i was 18 when i was 8.......i started cooking when i was 8,at first i loved it but then it felt like the thing i loved was being weaponized against me.....its never enough...i'm never happy now,i'm the friend who consoles and makes everyone happy but what about me?who is gonna hold me?ask about my day?
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