I'm sorry. Here again.

I'm trying hard to leave this behind.

The worst part about life is the pain.

I asked my therapist if the world was bad or I was 'wrong'...she said I was quite sensitive. I believe that. I *feel* peoples pain so entirely to the point where I feel so much that I either detach or I make them unimportant. I cannot stand the pain of the world. It screams at me and I am so sad that others do not hear it and cannot help to reassure it.

I want to have other people who will care enough, ? old enough, to look after us all. Everyone seems like little children who are lost in the wilderness and I have noone to look to, to care for me. I am not 'old' enough to do it.

My therapist cares. She is good. I wish she was around, always.

I'm sorry, i'm crying because I really want to get better and do not want to feel like this anymore. It sounds completely stupid but sometimes the world feels as though it wasn't made for me.

I know that is a selfish statement to make, and I am not that special that 'this' wasn't made for me. I don't know what to say.