Right now I feel that my self worth is, well… worthless… I hate how much I feel. I hate that so many things affect me on so many different levels. I hate when people get the wrong impression, I hate when those people are people who talk a lot too. I hate feeling this way. I hate how fast the onset is. I hate that all of a sudden I care so much. I hate that My heart is too big to write people off, I really with I could. I wish I could be numb, I wish I didn’t feel obligated to help others. I wish I knew when it wasn’t a good idea to reach out. I must be a Masochist, because I seem to burn myself over and over again, thinking that maybe it will be different. That’s why I feel crazy. Because that IS crazy. Others don’t know how to deal with me. I don’t know how to deal with myself. ‘Least that’s how it feels right now. Stupid emotions. Contempt.