I'm lying in my bed right now and I can't sleep. I've had my bouts with insomnia as a kid and a teenager so the feeling is fairly familiar. I talked to her this night and she opened up about her problems about the world we live in. It made me sad about how she truly felt. She's not the type to open so I would try to let her say as much as she could since these were rate occurrences that I had to cautiously approach. I truly care for her and it's hard to remember that she needs to talk at times, especially when I dominate most of our conversations. As she ranted on Messenger, it came to my mind that these thoughts were of the same caliber as my own thoughts when speaking about my life and my troubles. They came at such a mundane time and had such a realistic aftertaste that she might have had too many a spoonful of. She felt unsafe in this world. And I truly wanted to change that. I want to be there for her, to keep her from harm and to make sure she is safe all the time. I somewhat want to be that hero that saves her day. But regardless of these thoughts, she believes that her day can't be saved. And it truly breaks me apart to know that I have failed at a task that I haven't even taken up. She was also fed up with my idiotic and desperate placements of sexual innuendos in our conversations. I had to reexamine myself and whether I felt okay with this. She cleared out our nicknames for each other. There is unrest in my heart, knowing that I could have been better for you and your troubles. Unfortunately, I'm just a selfish fool who forgets to listen to what you have to say. Next time, I will try my best to be better for you.
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