Again and again and again

I find myself feeling the same way, feeling like how can I do so much for someone and they can do so little for me. I wonder if what I have done was too much, or if what I had done was taken the wrong way. The way I am can be construed so differently by everyone I meet.

I wish that you were taught not to expect the same treatment as what you give. Because what I have learned over the past few years are that you don't get love as much as you give it, you don't get heard as much as you listen, and don't expect anything from anyone, ever.

I hold my feelings in because the chances of finding someone who actually cares enough to listen is going to be hard to come by.