No, I take it back. I may not believe in love, but I am still human. I can still feel it when someone stabs me in the back or does something hurtful towards me. And even through all of that, I've learned to keep caring about people just as much as I would want them to care about me. I'm not a cold person. I've given up the only money I had in my pocket and the only food I had in my fridge for people. I've gone so out of my way to make another person feel better, even though I can't even think well of myself. I've been there to answer every cry for help that comes my way...My life stopped being about me a long time ago and I've accepted that, but no one else seems to see it. I might not find that special someone and get married or whatever. But I'll always help someone when they need me to. And if that doesn't count for anything, then what the hell does?
Sincerely,
Kat.
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