Idem pisati.
In the end, I’m always left alone.
I try to follow a (smarter) friend’s advice :
“you know who always helped me when I was down? who soothed me, who encouraged me to go on? myself. and you should do that too.”
I realised that all those years I’ve been looking for a saviour, for Wizard of Oz.
And that most of my despair came out of the fact that there wasn’t one. That I was hopelessly alone.
You know what? Asking for help is pitiful. You won’t get anything, but cracked self-esteem.
I try helping others instead.
