I don't get it.
Caring.
I mean it is great- caring, that is- everyone wants someone to look after them.
But, it is something- for some reason- that I cannot accept.
I don't know what it is.
I don't know why.
But I feel like I have to be a superhero and help everyone ALL THE TIME.
I come later.
You come first.
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It comes naturally too.
It just happens.
I end up acting like a parent.
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BUT when someone tries to help me... It just doesn't work.
I almost don't trust them.
If they do something for me, I have to turn around and do it again myself.
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When someone says they will take care of me- it is weird. I don't expect to be cared for.
I automatically take care of you.
Some weird reaction.
Robot-like.
I must clean.
I must help.
I must ask: 'are you okay?'
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What sometimes annoys me is that if someone says they will take care of me it is either a) suffocating or b) not enough.
And I can't decide whether I want to be protected and helped or if I want to be independent.
One moment I will want you to carry my books-
The next I will be wrenching them out of your hands and into my own, telling you to leave me alone.
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Who really cares?
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Dark Thoughts
Teen FictionSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
