Truer words may never have been spoken. Or at least, never been written on someone’s arms. I think I’m going to print out this photo and post it above my desk.
Because this, kind folks, is the tragic story of my life. When I meet someone new that makes me smile — even someone who I’m not romantically interested in — I tend to spend all my time and money and emotional capacity on them. I’m not looking for reciprocation, but sadly, most of those time those people not only fail to reciprocate, but instead take advantage of my affection.
I’m trying to learn to take care of myself instead of only being invested in the happiness of others, but it’s a slow process. I think I need to learn to make myself my own priority, but I’m not quite sure how to do that. Ideas?
