Some people tend to glorify depression. Seek sympathies. For themselves. For the failure of their kids. Problems of their spouse. They tell every person in the vicinity more often for seeking some kind of pity than solutions. And people in turn get real happy for mainly two reasons. First that someone is confiding in them. Being that person who listens to someones problem gives this certain kind of self importance to most people. Second for the fact that it is a golden chance for giving solutions. Even though knowing for a fact that the other person is not going to regard it, yet people believe someone is sharing a problem for the sole purpose of seeking a solution.
I don’t understand this cycle. Continuous self pity and confiding the same with other people only makes the other people ridicule you behind your sorry back.
Neons and doodles.
Following back everyone until I find a tumblr gf