Lost My Way

Too Nice/Pressure

This is something I hear from my sister whenever I tell her my problems.

"Stop letting people push you around."

And my former crush, Caleb--"You're too nice, Jess."

Being too nice is the way most of my friendships go, especially with an anonymous person.

She asks me to do something, I'll do it. Most of the time.

She wants to sit aisle seat on the bus, I'll sit window seat to save her breath.

I mean, at this point, I'm not known as a mean person. I can be harsh, but never mean. My attempts to be mean are laughed at so I don't really try anymore.

In general, I let people do whatever they want with me. Amara can squish my cheeks if I feel up to it. They say do something stupid, I'll do it. And it's nothing new for me to give up my seat for someone who is too lazy to walk a foot to the next chair over even if they do have a headache.

I worry about the smallest things, it seems.

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-will be back after a minor inconvenience-

Honestly, you thought I was complaining, weren't you?

I agree, it's okay. I just need to get this off my mind first.