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you place your heart in jeopardy everytime you get passionate about something.
helping wrong people, in wrong circumstances, with wrong expectations.
You always expect people to give you the credit after they stand up after they fell.
but they dont they always blame their own greedy necesity to auto-praise their selfish pride.
As my own experience i like to say that i always wait for a person to "share" these false expectations with me, but again i realize its no more than a selfish greed of myself too.
how can it be? i tell people what to do, it seems i fix their problems, but i dont even know how to fix my own problems....
i've made couples fix their issues, with advices that u expect from a elder 40-year married person... and yet it's from a young stupid kid.
and when they fix their issues i think... how can it be? i wish i had those issues to fix.
wrong expectations, wrong timing, wrong moments. stupid me.
as depressing as it sounds i'd like to affirm i'm not depressed, yet dissapointed.
I don't even feel this as a "pain" it's normal. It's curiosity.
Am i too young?
Am i placing my heart in a wrong place?
Is it God, playing with me? testing... to see how much i'm gotta be able to hold it?
HOLD MY BREATH! dont say a word! dont even think about it!
write about it
about a wounded kid, not physical wounds, not spiritual, but shallow non deep cold-burning scratches.
I give up on human love, i give up on human hope, i give up on reality.
And as if it's never gonna end...
the end
