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I hate to admit it, but I am hurt. A lot more than I would like to show, and a lot more than I show. Sleep hasn't come as easy, nor has eating, and I feel as if I am on edge (physiological factors of stress, damn I love psychology). I knew I was doing something stupid, and the sad part is that I didn't even get in too deep. Part of me is miffed as to why I feel the way I do.
I kind of think that I could make a difference. I thought I could help someone do something, to make someone become a "better" person. And I dont mean that I could help someone get off of something, I mean I thought that I could help someone view themselves in a better way, to make them feel as if they mattered. I think in doing that I made them matter, atleast to myself; doing so I invested a bit of myself into them, and when it was cut off, that investment went with it.
Right now, I just want closure.
And I feel better with these words.
I kind of think that I could make a difference. I thought I could help someone do something, to make someone become a "better" person. And I dont mean that I could help someone get off of something, I mean I thought that I could help someone view themselves in a better way, to make them feel as if they mattered. I think in doing that I made them matter, atleast to myself; doing so I invested a bit of myself into them, and when it was cut off, that investment went with it.
Right now, I just want closure.
And I feel better with these words.