Sad Stories

I don't think I can go a day without hearing a depressing story about somebody's life on the internet. Yes, I've written a blog about this before, but it's really getting to me. I wish I could do something for the girl whose mother can't work and house is foreclosed, or the boy whose ostracized from his parents, or the kid who cries to sleep every night because a loved one died. I don't know how to react to these things. I'm very sympathetic, and I take all these things to heart; I hate watching my friends hurt. It makes me feel guilty for my plush life. Sometimes it makes me even think I need to associate with different people who are more like myself. I dunno, all this is depressing.

I find it harder what to say to the person.

I just roll with it...but then I can't stop thinking about it...and I feel guilty in a way. Or overprivileged, if that makes sense.

As long as you're a pair of ears to listen, a shoulder to cry on, and arms to run to, that's all that really matters.

Seconding what Zet said. D:

I'm always there for people who are suffering from pain of some sort, whether they're sad, upset, angry, anything. And y'know, I don't know how I do it. I don't know how I figure out the things I say, how I try to help people out, but I just do it. I don't know, maybe it was because a couple of years back, there was a member who helped me and helped guide me into the right path. Ever since then, I've wanted to help others and set them on the right path, too. It could be my massive patience, or anything.

And I'm agreeing with what Syd said. Even if you don't know what to say, the fact that you're just there for the person is what makes it all worth it in the end.