xcleroy

Beware the cynic. I think it is okay to believe. To love. Without anything to believe in, how meaningless is life? I don't know how prophetic the rantings of the intoxicated can be, but faith is important to life. I'm no philosopher, as interesting as philosophy can be, but sometimes we have to take a chance. You, we, anyone may get hurt, regardless of what it is you take your chance on, sometimes you have to go for it anyways.

I think that that is it. Last, I think there is a group for this, both of these actually, but, first, the Depressed. Know that someone actually does give a damn. Hang in there. I promise you, someone really does care. It is impossible for it to be no one unless you've somehow lived your entire life without any human interaction. Some one cares.

Further, I read a Tumblr post earlier. My cutters; someone understands you, too and you aren't alone. Or weird. Or sick. It isn't me who understands enough, I don't think, but there is help and you aren't alone. There is something to feel other than that pain. I'd bet my bottom dollar that there is someone who desperately wants you to stop because they love you. I bet you.

But I don't know enough to help. Just know it is there. Somewhere. No despair. Everyone, hang in there.