Fucking shit, its like everybody Ive ever known is as fucked up as I am, or worse. And the past wont let me go. Or I wont let it go, or something. Is it me? I mean, it must be partially me at least, because 2/3 of the people Ive been in love with have tried to kill themselves. Thats pretty fucked up. But is that me? It feels like its me. Because I cant do enough to help, and I abandon the hell out of people when I find someone else. Im a fucking monster.
andthen:
Hug hug : If it is you, it's because you key in on sensitive or emotionally complex people. And that's probably not a bad thing, and helpful to them, even if certain parts of their problems are, pretty much by definition, beyond our powers to fix.