I’ve been a very sensitive person, who loved other people very much.
I was always ready to help them, to support them by listening them.
I realized that people uses me like a diposable tissue, throwing me away when I stop to be useful to them.
I realized that I can open my heart to other people, but they never open their heart to me.
I realized that I can help other people, but when I am the one who needs help, nobody is there, neither the person I’ve helped, neither the other person.
I stopped helping, listening, or socializing, it hurts too much.
I realized I’ve never met a good person. People are not good.
I believed once in friendship, and I considered a friend as important as a lover.
But people have only friends because they can take some advantage.
Anyway, I never had friends. I may have considered some people like friends, but I realized I’ve never been something to anyone.
I don’t like people anymore.
I would need help in life, I never had families or friend to help me. I have been completely alone since I am 14. Alone in this world, my mother never knew when I was not sleeping in my home. When I was going back at home the day after, she didn’t know I was not at home, because she didn’t care. Maybe she has too much problem herself, but it’s the same thing.
I would need a little help to be better, but I know that people are not interested in doing good thing in other people than themselves. So, in this world with no love, no help, friendship that is only an empty word, it’s better to go.
Do you think like me?