Closing my Eyes.

I actually felt normal for the first time in a long time from that cunt of a kid, It felt good to have someone depend on me, for me to be able to give someone such a great ease. The whole event makes me think of one my theories: When we find others like us, we subconsciously believe that they are us. When I wanted to be his savior, with alleviating his problems, it made me feel good. Because it is exactly what I want. Fuck. that means I'm dependent doesn't it. More importantly, I was X's savior, I alleviated all her problems.

Helping someone is coming to be the one and only thing I truly desire.