Blessed

Look at the world, people are dying, people are crying for their love ones.

So why, why should I be sulking in one corner? I should be doing something to help people around me. Cherish them, and not care about my moronic emotions. I shouldn't be thinking about what I feel, I should be tending to them. So what if i'm at a disadvantage? What matters is that I don't feel used. Most importantly, I wouldn't regret.

I'm sick and tired of people playing around with each other's feelings. I don't know what to believe in now. It's like everything is fake.

I'm not believing, but I believe that i'm blessed. To have people who cared, at least, before.