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(To myself)
It`s a good thing to care for others. Nobody has said it isn`t. It's also a part of my work.
It, um, starts to not be so good, when the one who does care ends up having barely any life because of this and forgets about even how to search for his/her own happiness.
Um, this *has* to start changing. Same goes to the variable quantity of pain that I feel when I think of him. I do hope he's okay... but why does sometimes still hurt to think I'm not the one by his side?