Why does it hurt to love? Why does whatever god that's out there think it's fun to give us something that makes us happy, only to take it away from us in the end? What sort of sick twisted humor does he have? I put myself out there for so many people so often, and all I get is a kick in the stomach for my troubles. But I won't stop doing what I do. Because I hate to see people alone. I allow myself to get beat up and tossed around for other people's happiness...because in the end it makes me happy. I may get my heart torn out and ripped apart, but as long as the one I'm trying to help is happy in the end, that's what matters....
But then again....I try so much to help people and they just push me aside....they won't let me help....they tell me they don't need me....
What should I do....
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No longer a teenager, finally a woman! Still a kid at heart, though~!
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you really are too nice for your own good.