Listening to: Annie Lennox - No More I Love Yous (Language)
Feeling: torn
Just think about what that word implies.
Assistance.
Throw me a life raft.
Help me.
Can you do this for me?
Like I have an endless supply or something. Like I have nothing better to do.
Like I can't think of anything better to do.
Like that's all I want to do.
Like anyone else cares once I'm done helping them.
Like sometimes I don't feel it's just wasted. Like it ALWAYS is.
I think I should save one of my life rafts for myself...go somewhere with it. Usually the ones I throw out, people just drill holes in the bottom.
I didn't know her very well, but she was always nice to me. She was always there for me if something went wrong, and always stood up for me if I got made fun of.
I loved her a lot. It's my belief that you don't have to know someone inside out to love them. You can't...learn love, you just...do.
Am I wrong to think this?
It hurts so badly, and my wounds aren't even half as deep as some others.