I really do think that there is something wrong with me. While everyone else struggles with back-stabbing friends and too little time, I suffer through long-distance counseling, and the Rape of a dear friend. On top of all this, I just can't shake the feeling of being alone, and it's one I've had for about a year now. It's the kind of feeling like half my soul has gone missing, like my heart is far away. When everyone else specualtes on crushes, and /has/ crushes, and are being crushed /on/ I am speculating the complications of: I believe in Life, yet my friend may need an abortion or risk dying. Other people worry about their romances: I have to deal with everyone else's. Do I have a sign on my back that says: Free 24/7 counseling. Once she takes on your problems, they are hers, and she will spend her last breath fighting your battles. Do I? It really feels like it. My life is spent fighting for others, finding love for others. I give my all, and I am giving away too much. I am afraid that soon there will be nothing left of me but an empty, forgotten little husk of me. I know it will be a forgotten husk, since once I usually help someone they are gone, and a part of my soul with them. I am the one people come to for help, for support. But when they want someone to see a movie with, or go to the mall with, I am low on the priority list. Yeah, I feel like I am the old wives tale book. Pull it down for help, put it away when you want to have fun, and it is left alone, forgotten. It may have to do with the fact that I have never lived anywhere for longer than four years. Although, that still does not answer anything. So, I am good enough to confide in, but not good enough to befriend, to love, to cherish?