The difference between me and you is that I’m too kind. I care way too much, to a degree that’s too rare. I’m not perfect, I have so many flaws. I make mistakes. But the one thing I know so wholeheartedly about myself is, I can’t stand ignoring a sad post someone makes on Instagram. I can’t forget about someone else’s hurt, even though I’m going through the most anyway. I wish people Happy Birthday, even the ones who aren’t in my life anymore. I wish for goodness and happiness to come to those who have wronged me, and hurt my heart countless times. I can’t ever seem to forget the tiniest things about people. I always know what their favorite place in the world is, I always remember their favorite song and what scares them the most at night. But no one cares enough to remember a thing about me. And I can’t ever say “same” when people tell me how they feel or how in pain they are because of something; I can’t do it. I can’t put my feelings above theirs. I don’t know how to be selfish. All I know is to praise others, regardless of how shitty they’ve been to me. I still care about relationships that left me drained and feeling worthless. I love people I’ve never even met or had the chance to hug or touch. I feel with every part of my soul, for everyone and it just seems that no one could ever return that. I love this part of me. I love being such a caring person, who only knows how to love with everything in me. But it’s sad, because I think sometimes I deserve a little kindness too.
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