I’m tired of writing about you and crying over you. So this time, it’s about me. But it’s really not, is it? About me, I mean. It’s not about you either. Yes, heartbreak hurts. But it’s not the end of the world. It’s only the beginning of something better.
I know without a doubt that I’m here for a reason and that it has nothing to do with me. I know I’m meant to help other people. Maybe people that know what I’ve been through. Or maybe just to make people feel better about themselves.
Sometimes I can be cynical of people but I know that it’s also because I think so highly of them. I guess I expect more from them since I know what they are capable of. When I talk to people who are hurting, I just wish I could make it stop. But then when I hurt, there’s nothing anyone can say to make it end. I guess I should take my own advice.