High school.

Twenty-six.

“What is it?”

“What?”

“What is making you sad.”

“I’m not sad, I’m great.”

“You are not. What happened?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Just messed things up again.”

“Again?”

“Yeah. I do that alot.”

“How so?”

“Whenever I try to do something, someone always ends up hurt or sad because of me. Or I let people down and disappoint them. And I just I hate it.”

“You hate what, exactly?”

“I hate making people sad. I hate hurting people. I hate causing them pain. It hurts me.”

“But you’re not doing it on purpose.”

“I know that. But I just try to do or say what I feel is right and then boom, everything explodes in my face and it is just so confusing at times: I don’t know what to do.”

“Do what makes you happy.”

“Yeah, but that ends up in hurting people, and that surely takes away my happiness.”

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