013 - unlucky thirteen?
I just realized how much I miss my friends and my foster parents, much thanks to yesterday. Human bonds and interactions are both wonderful and terrible at once. Nothing is perfect, and it's very natural to feel horrible if we're not there for those we care for, or if we feel were burdens to them. I wish words could be stronger; I know telling someone otherwise of what they truly feel has no affect, but... Nn.
There is no real point to this, I know. I saw someone having a very hard time and struggling with their own friend. I guess in a way, it reminded me of myself... not so long ago. My old self. Words can only do so much, but all we can do is hope they have meaning to someone. And then I realize I miss my friends, all of them. No matter how diverse they are or how much they argue with one another, they always come through.
Maybe I feel as if I have no purpose here, but... I won't give up.
[ooc; Not... really affected. I know, weird babble amongst a sinking ship. But oblivious little girl is oblivious. Sympathizing far too much with Esther. SO THERE.]
There is no real point to this, I know. I saw someone having a very hard time and struggling with their own friend. I guess in a way, it reminded me of myself... not so long ago. My old self. Words can only do so much, but all we can do is hope they have meaning to someone. And then I realize I miss my friends, all of them. No matter how diverse they are or how much they argue with one another, they always come through.
Maybe I feel as if I have no purpose here, but... I won't give up.
[ooc; Not... really affected. I know, weird babble amongst a sinking ship. But oblivious little girl is oblivious. Sympathizing far too much with Esther. SO THERE.]