Under the Rug

Sometimes I wish I could get a thank you every here and there after the events of last summer. I did things to make others happy and sacrificed my own happiness for the most part of the second half of last year. I don't get the occasional "thanks for giving me/us this opportunity to be happy and try something new" that I wish I did. It feels a lot more like I'm the one who got swept under the rug. And if I say "thanks to me..." then I look like a self-centered bastard. Woop de fuckin do. I wish it wasn't like this, but that's just how it is most of the time.