There's a lot on my mind but it's late and I'm sleepy.

My heart aches for the people in suffering. Those who've been under my nose the whole time i was too broken to notice and those i never even got to meet. I'm sorry i couldn't ease their pain but now I'm willing to try - whatever i can. I still don't know how to go about it.. but I'm thinking and I'm aware and i won't be that person anymore. I will not be a shitty friend and a flaky stranger. I will not be self-destructive nor pretend i don't know I'm being mistreated. Not anymore. All i ever needed was to be acknowledged and understood, with a small amount of patience and kindness. I knew if i could just find it the load would lessen. It did. It may seem small but it saved me and now its my turn. If anything, I'm understanding. And a sucker for damaged goods.

Enough now. All is forgiven, if not forgotten. We do mend.