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last night i realized something. and it kinda humbled me...which might not be the right word to use, but its all ive got right now. for the longest time ive just been sort of so bored with my life that i care about others' too much. i dont pry, but i always love to hear about peoples' secrets and problems. this might not be new to me, but it hit me last night that i suck at comforting people in times they need to be comforted. i have no idea what to say to them. have no idea how to react, and how to feel myself. as is usual with me, there are lots of awkward silences. i dont know. i do look too far into things. but i dont like not knowing how to make somebody feel better. its a very hopeless and terrible feeling. i just want people i care about to be happy. always. leave being sad up to me.