To all of you, Life-Draining Leeches

I hate it when people expect too much from me.
When they expect me to be there- always, when they need me.
When they expect me to understand them because they are who they are.
When they expect me to drop whatever I'm doing just to help them.

I guess this is a sign that I'm loving myself more.I've become aware of my own space, my own time- and why people shouldn't just barge in, asking for a piece of me.
I'm not saying that I don't like to help out, that I don't care.I do, I just hope that they consider that I have my own problems too.
That there are also things that I have to deal with, that my life is not a cake walk.
They have to realize that the world does not revolve around them, and they're not the only ones with dilemmas.

You must think I'm evil, selfish. Because I, for one, have always been reliant to people of whom I confide with the deepest of my scars.
That at times, I also demand people the attention I THINK I deserve.
And I know that I'm not perfect, I never was and I never planned to be. I'm also human for god's sake, I cry when I'm sad and I laugh when I find something funny.

I'm fine with the way I am, lazy and prejudiced- you don't have to throw me to places just so I could feel good about myself.

I'm capable of doing things on my own and I don't like being used.