Love Letters to no one.

I am too kind, even to those who hurt me.

Today you told me my best wasn't enough.
Man, how does anyone cope with that?
But hell, I'll sit here thinking "Yeah, I wasn't good enough for that girl. Shouldn't have turned her down."

I lie to please...
It a flawed character trait of mine.

No matter what the circumstances are, if it makes someone else happy.

Its gross of me I know, but I can't help it. We only have so much time to live.
I want other to be happy, even if I'm not. Because to me, that happiness.
The happiness of others, is my type of depressed happiness.

My father always told me, its in our nature to help.
Help until we die. No matter the circumstance.

I've never felt so much more connected to an idea in my life.

Help until I die. Even if it means I die alone.

Had someone that may have had interest in me.
Opened up with "I don't think you would want any of this, I just got out of a relationship that broke my heart"
Funnily enough she ended up blocking me.

Irony is a bitch.

People have come and gone, angry at me. And I am still trying to help them.
Its pathetic. I want to change it, I do. But its a hard practice.

Or maybe I should just stay too kind...