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Sunday, September 26, 2010
Me
It's funny how much I care about people. Is everyone that way? When I care about someone, I feel like I want to make them happy. When I sense that someone is unhappy, I immediately want to alleviate that and bring a smile back to their face. I want to open up my arms and give them a hug and help them feel that everything will be alright. I hate it when people I care about blatantly refuse to let me in. I feel very frustrated when I am unable to make someone feel better when I know if they would just let me, I would be able to. I am not seeking for anything in return. Seeing the person smile again, that is reward enough. So, am I just too nice for my own good?
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