However long the night, the dawn will break.
i have taken some time to think things over, clearing my thoughts and emotions, because after reading everything people have said about friday's events, i am honestly hurt. i feel as if what i did that night meant nothing. is that wrong? i mean, it's not like what i did, i did for anyone's approval or recognition, i did it for a friend, because i felt i was needed, and because i wanted to help. i don't even think she knows i was there...not even her mother, who says that someone else had called her to tell her about her daughters state, when really it was me, with oscar's help, who had called. i tried, i really tried to be there. i even called the next day leaving a message on her moms voice mail to see how she was doing...but got no call back. i tried stopping it from happening in the first place, i tried helping when it started, even though i didn't know what to do, i was there. and yet she does not know. that's all i care about, her knowing that i was there, and that i care for her and love her. i'm sorry if i sound like i want attention, i really don't, and it's not the message that i'm trying to put out. i just feel slummed, sad, i don't even know how to describe it. i don't even know what else to say.