I just realized a few days ago that I wanted to be people’s catcher, someone that would catch them when they fall down. Everyone needs one since everyone falls down some time, even the ones that we thought were great and mighty. And, not wanting them to be alone, I want to be the someone that they’d turn to.
I have always been kind of curious about the lives of people I see around. I know there’s more to them that meet my eyes, and something in me wants to figure out what it is. I’ve been thinking about my course in college lately, and I want my second choice to be psychology.
Ever since I was a kid, I’d listen and try to give some advice to my friends who are in trouble or depression. I don’t want anyone to feel alone, much like what I feel sometimes when I’m all alone. It’s not really bad being alone. When you’re alone, you realize a lot of stuff, like this.
I want to be there for people when they need someone to lean on, a shoulder to cry on. A friend could be the most appropriate word for what I want to be to someone. A friend that would share happy times with you. But, also shares those shitty and depressing moments with you.
That’s just me and we accept the love we think we deserve.
LIVE. LAUGH. LOVE