There’s so much I want to tell.
But how is it that every time I find the trust in someone I seem to talk to mr. me too or the coldest man alive? I don’t need your pity, I just hope you understand what goes through my mind and what makes me weary..make me feel that you tried to be in my shoes for just a second or 2. Just a tiny bit of compassion won’t hurt anyone.
A reason why I keep most of my thoughts to myself.
“If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.” - Dalai Lama