my words

“And I think.. I think I’d do just about anything if someone asked me. If I believed it would make them happy, or leave a smile on their face, or have their laughter echo in the air… I would kill myself to make it happen. The way I am, the person I was raised to be, can be defined in a string of words that would look like ‘I will make the people around me feel loved, and then they will love me.’ I believe, sometimes, my only purpose is to help others, to fix others. And that might be the flaw. I think I have more power than the world, I think I am stronger than any force of nature because I can fix people, I can solve any problem. Inevitably, that plan fails and then I feel like a failure. I forget some days, that my sole identity is not to make life easier for others.”

“Stay is a sensitive word. We wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever.”