Constantly complaining

Everyone's always complaining about their problems. Me? I'm quietly blogging out mine while going on about my daily business of taking care of everyone and their fucking baggage. I'm not your doctor. I'm not your mom. I'm not even related to you but your family has me $40 feeding them on my dime. Over and over, you use me again and again and again. I used to get so mad about it but I gave up.
No one would even like me if I didn't do everything for them. That's all I'm good for.
But seriously, if I give you advice and you don't take it and then it bites you in the ass and you come crawling to me, I will not be tolerant or nice or kind. Because if you're stupid enough to use me and then ignore me, you're more than capable of being left behind.