Something has been eating away at me for a while now, and I can't really put it into words, but I'll try my best.
I don't have the worst life ever. My parents don't fight on a daily basis, they don't treat me like shit, I'm not deprived. People have it worse than I do. Much worse. Yet I still complain. Even some of my friends have it worse than I do. Thinking about it, I feel that I have no room to complain to them anymore because of what they've been through. I should be the one comforting, not groaning about how I do so much work around the house and my sister does none of it.
It isn't fair. I shouldn't be piling my lesser problems onto other people's larger ones. This has really started bothering me recently and it makes me feel like a nuisance. I'm sorry if I've ever done this to you, I've finally had some time to think about it and I won't do it again.
This was hard to write out because I'm not really thinking clearly right now. I won't talk to you about my problems if you have something worse going on. It isn't fair to you and your feelings. I guess that's the jist of it...