.... Damn it.
...Damn it...
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I don't like this. Not knowing what to do. Not knowing what to say. I hate this.
It's times like this that remind me just exactly why I carved out my heart.
If you can't feel human emotions, you aren't obligated to feel like you have to make things better. Therefor, you don't struggle for the right words. Therefor, you don't get frustrated when someone you care about goes back into his unhappy mindplace. Zack is easy; hug and pat on the back, maybe chocolate, and a doll. I was trained to assist men. This is infinitely harder.