So this is me. Sitting in my chair in study hall, typing on one of my friends iPhone. And this is what I'm thinking about. I'm thinking how you never can truly judge someone based on what you see. You can have no idea what kind of pain that they are going through, or how if you even went through an ounce of what they have to deal with you would crack. Instantly. But as people let me in and tell me their secrets I saw that people never have more than they can Handel. Sure some turn to cutting or to epically depressing poetry. But they are alive. They live. There was once a time when I myself was too lost to find a way out. And that is the only time when I cry. When I see no way out. Not cheesy movies. Not cause Im a sissy. Just cause... It's all that's left. But that's my sadness. I can deal with that in my own mind. It's the people who have so much more that scare me. Those who have mindsets and lives I don't even understand. When I have no advice. No suggestions. Nothing I can do to help. That's what scares me. To care for someone you can't save.