Sometimes people really get to me.

I don't understand why they act the way they do... but even when I do... I feel helpless to do anything for them. I really want to help people feel better about their lives and get them through their struggles. I care a lot for people. Too much, I think, because I keep getting used, misinterpreted, disrespected and walked on because I'm trying to help. I don't want to stop. I don't want to be rude and shut people out. But I dunno how much more of this I can handle.

Hold on... Beverly just said the funniest thing... "Actin' like a bunch of butts."

Anyways. I guess I'm just torn because I can get so much happiness and pleasure and growth out of sharing with and helping people... but I can also get deeply hurt and upset out of them too. If I didn't risk the hurt... I wouldn't get the good. But damn, I haven't seen any of the good in a while.