I wake up as tired as I fell asleep. I don’t want to talk to anyone or
do anything, just stay in my room and doze. I don’t care about anything.
I am always cold and tired and numb. And I am so scared. I don’t want
this to be happening again. My optimism is running short. Somedays I just don’t want to move from my
bed. I feel terrified. I feel without purpose. Somedays I can’t even
feel. I wish all days were like that. Reality is a cruel reminder that
I’m constantly searching for something that I feel everyone else is on
track to finding. Even though I’m over you, I’ll always continue to feel something special
whenever I see your face or hear your name. It’s not out of bitterness
or love, but at the fact that you’ll forever mean something significant
to me. No amount of time can or will ever change that.
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I’m the type of person that enjoys making an impact on people’s day. I enjoy putting a smile on others faces. It doesn’t matter if they are a complete stranger or a best friend. I treat everyone with the same amount of respect. I’m the type of person that says “please” and “thank you”. The person that holds the door open for you. The person that lets you cut ahead in line. The person that says “bless you” when you sneeze. The person that spots you a couple dollars if you need it. The person that picks up your pencil off the floor. The person that reminds you that not everyone is cold hearted and distant. The person that shows you that not all good people are gone. The one that makes an impact on your day whether it be only for a minute or a lifetime. I’m the person that shows you that there still is hope in humanity. I’m the person that believes acts of kindness can change the world for the better.