Start of my utter nonsense.

I've never had this feeling before. This "this person needs me" feeling before. Lately,. I've been talking to a lot of people that I never really got all down and personal with, but now... I realize that everyone's afraid. Everyone's hding something. Everyone's afraid.

Of fear.

We shouldn't use that as an excuse though. It's not a valid reason.

The question I always ask myself is "What do I have to lose?"

Being there for other people have made me realize I've never truly been alone. Lonely, maybe, but not alone. People all need someone who would care enough to want to see what's behind their mask, and someone who would push enough to get behind, no matter how tall that wall is.

My problem, I hide from myself and no one cares enough.

I'm glad I can help people from my own experiences in life, help them work out their problems, make them happy, even if I can't do it with myself. Even if I live a life full of regrets, at least I would know in the end, I made at least one person happy again, made them hope.

End of my utter nonsense.