Perhaps defining me as 'un-sympathetic' would be the right thing. Perhaps it's not. I don't know which.
When do i ever know anything or what to choose ever anyway?
She said to me that there's some things that needs to be cherished on our life until our ends and that if we lose even a single one of it, we'll lose something in us that could never be repaired. Well what she doesn't know is that i've already lost like 2-3 of those.
It's not like i'm happy with it. But i don't feel any loss either.
I know i'm supposed to love and protect those who does to me. I've tried my best to give empathy. It usually works, i feel sad and give mercy. But it won't last long.
In the end, i need to keep trying to bring those empathetic thoughts every time those individuals whom i cannot empathize naturally is in need of my wisdom. It makes me feel like i'm evil. But i would care less of that label, since all my empathy has no natural place in there.
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Dear Nightmares
PoetryPages of random things from my dearest nightmares Uh.. i wrote this when my depression hits me for the first time and i still didnt know anything about myself or what was going on with me. Remember that this was written maybe one and a half year ago...
