I hate the fact that I always tell the people dear to me, "I'll always be here if you need me," yet somehow, I always fail to be there for them when it matters. I hate knowing that someone I care about has to struggle alone, and even when I could be there for them, I'm so exhausted and wrapped up in myself that I don't even feel like checking up on them. I hate that I disappear without a word whenever I'm overwhelmed. I hate that I never seem to do enough for the people who have done so much for me. I don't even know how to put my emotions into words, but I despise it, I despise this feeling.