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Ah, empathy and overthinking.
I was about to say “That shit was deep”, and then she just trumps it with her aunt’s death.
Wow.
All te time, all the time.
Thoughs like that… I am happy when it’s only once a day.
And telling that to someone? Nope, because then they’re always nagging “Don’t you have more important things to think about?”
and they told me i’m over thinking it when i explain how much sad i feel about people who go to wars fight each other over nothing lose lives and limbs and how their lives are destroyed and yet they keep on going to their jobs with their PTSDs and they have to keep pulling their own weight to help their families stay well fed, while others may never return to their families ever again …. damn it
At some point, though, you (well, I) learned to let the other person go first to avoid awkward situations. Or to be polite. And eventually just because they can’t possibly be interested in you anyway, right?