I’m beginning to realize that in order not to feel sorry for myself is to live caring for others.
Hate to feel the way I do in my idle moments, and sometimes those feelings even manage to keep up with me when I’m not. Maybe I’ve never really get over it completely, but I need to be assured that, somehow, I’ll make it through. Day by day.
I’m here, as alone as you are. I can feel your pain as if it were my own, for what it’s worth.
I may not be able to have a solution, but I’m always by your side.
It still doesn’t change the fact that I prefer animals over people… or maybe it’s the judgemental ones that make me cringe and walk away so eagerly.
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