I'm similar to a spool of thread. Quite a while ago someone cut off a piece of me and used it to stitch their own wounds. I don't mind helping anyone with their problems it's just that they take so much away from me. It eta to the point where all they want is more, no not even wanting anymore. It's as if they demand it. People start to expect it. If only I were strong enough to say no to them. But I'm not so I am forced to keep their secrets locked away in my cranium where no one else can enter.