You're not alone. There are a lot of people out there who feel like that quite frequently. Whenever I feel like that, I make a special effort to let someone else know that I appreciate their existence. It takes my mind off feeling sorry for myself. I don't know you that well, but I would be sad if you were gone. Lemme tell you a story: One night while I was in high school I was on the internet and this boy IM'd me because we went to the same high school. We talked a few times and then he told me who he was. We didn't have any classes together or anything, but I knew who he was because he had muscular distrofy (spelling?) and he walked around school with braces and crutches. We talked online for a while, but we never got to know each other that well. One day, he fell down some stairs, I think at his house, and either hit his head or had an anorism and he died. I only knew about it because they announced it at school and it was in the newspaper and stuff. That happened almost five years ago, and yet I still think about him. We never actually talked face to face, we hardly knew each other, but we had a few conversations online and he seemed like a nice person. The point of this is, we can never know the effect we have on other people. Every once in a while I think about this boy who I barely knew and wonder if he's in heaven and remember him walking through the halls of our school and unless he can see this from heaven, he will never know the impact his existence made on my life. You mean things to people and you don't even know it. You touch people and you don't even know it. People are beautiful like that.
One night while I was in high school I was on the internet and this boy IM'd me because we went to the same high school. We talked a few times and then he told me who he was. We didn't have any classes together or anything, but I knew who he was because he had muscular distrofy (spelling?) and he walked around school with braces and crutches. We talked online for a while, but we never got to know each other that well. One day, he fell down some stairs, I think at his house, and either hit his head or had an anorism and he died. I only knew about it because they announced it at school and it was in the newspaper and stuff.
That happened almost five years ago, and yet I still think about him. We never actually talked face to face, we hardly knew each other, but we had a few conversations online and he seemed like a nice person. The point of this is, we can never know the effect we have on other people. Every once in a while I think about this boy who I barely knew and wonder if he's in heaven and remember him walking through the halls of our school and unless he can see this from heaven, he will never know the impact his existence made on my life.
You mean things to people and you don't even know it. You touch people and you don't even know it.
People are beautiful like that.
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