If you're not in to reading sad, whining, self-pitying posts, then read no further as I can imagine this getting quite boring for you.
Well here goes...
The title of this post is quite ironic and it really is based upon me writing this post about myself rather than being selfish in real life.
In reality I am probably the total opposite. Always doing everything to make others happy. Always putting everyone else first. Never thinking about myself. You'd think I would feel happy about the fact that I am actually a nice person and do these things for everyone else but no, I feel used.
I feel like I do these things for everyone else but get nothing in return. I don't mean that I want presents or money but a bit of recognition wouldn't go amiss. A 'thank you'.
I seem to be just an afterthought that no one cares about. I don't ask for things, I don't receive things and I wouldn't want to be one of those people that needs presents to be happy, but sometimes I look at myself and feel like a pushover.
You know, next Thursday I turn 26 years old. We are skint so I'll probably only get a card, but I don't mind. But then again, it gets me thinking, how come I always have everyone else sorted way in advance, always planned out, but for me, I get nothing...