Thoughts Inside My Head(Sophomore Year) Pt 2{COMPLETE}

Ugggh

So, I'd like to believe that the reason there are a bunch of books written by people I know on this site or in real life about their lives is because of me. I began this little booklet of insanity a while ago. I had encouraged some friends to do it and it just had become a thing with peeps I know. Yes, I know other people we don't know do this, but it just seems really relevant, and I always encouraged people to do it, but it bothers me so much that I don't even bother to read their stuff.

I feel obliged to read what I (may have) inspired and I don't. Thing is, I kinda started this series of crap to get attention, to get help because honestly, it's easier for me to let people read about my problems rather than me telling them that. And I wanted others to write about their problems because they'd only write problems they couldn't deal with alone and I wanted to be there to help them. But, man, there are too many people for me to help each one of them, which upsets me even more because I want to help everyone who asks for help, but, it won't and can't happen, and I have to accept that. But, I do love it when I see other people help each other, because everyone deserves to have someone help them here and there.

Life is difficult enough as it is, we all need help, even if we won't admit it. Life sucks, but it sucks less when people want help and can help successfully. So, if you still read my stuff, thank you. But, more people need more love and reads than I do, so, go find some random books low on reads and share them with our clique.

Buh bye for now!