Getting to Me

Shane tells me all the time that I let little things get to me. I guess it's true. I wish I could just not care about anything or anyone. Honestly.

But here's the problem. In the process of not letting things get to me, I lose my voice. I don't tell people when something bothers me because I'm convinced that it's all just in my head, so I should just let it stay there--in my head. People just say whatever they want to say to me without thinking about how it affects me as well. They bitch, complain, and tell me to take pity on others... well what about my problems? I have my own. We all have our own problems. But am I some sort of bitch that you can just treat me like this?

It just blows my mind.