I have some friends that have problems. Many problems. I help them with their problems. But I feel like I spend all my time helping them with their problems, and not enough time receiving help with my problems. They say that I have a perfect life, but if they were in my shoes, they would see that my life is far from perfect. I have troubles at home, I have troubles at school that I never tell anyone, and I have feelings that are underneath that I don't tell anyone.
