I’m just asking for one person to help because they feel like it. Or maybe because they want to protect me from something. Just once, I want someone to say, “It’s alright. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it for you. I’ll take care of you.” I hate asking. Especially from people who already know I need help. It’s not that I’m too proud, it’s just that I want to feel taken care of. By someone who just would like me to be happy. Just once.

I have an opinion, but I don’t voice, I don’t know how to voice it or think I want to.

I mean what’s the point? To tell someone what you think just for them to tell you you’re wrong and then you tell them they’re wrong only to have them say back to you, that everyone is entitled to think and believe what they want; to tell them otherwise would be wrong, and in being wrong that they’re right. So even though they have the right to think and feel how they like, it doesn’t matter because they’re wrong.

It just breaks my heart knowing that no one can believe in what they say anymore. That no one really has faith in anything.

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I mean, someone has to be right…right?