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Unclear intent.

I'm sure that you have all been in situations where you feel that your intentions don't matter and it's all a waste of time. Why should you have to fight and scrap and exhaust yourself trying to help someone that is obviously oblivious to it?

During these past few days, I have learned that even with numerous attempts to help someone you love in any way and in the countless ways that you could. I mean you could bend over the back wards for them, and they treat you like you're not there and what you say doesn't matter, like your the invisible thought in their head. Their subconscious in a way, the one they choose to ignore, their Jiminy Cricket.


Why does it even matter anymore,  we are all faced with embarrassment, hardships and love. But why do we have the urge to try and turn someone's life around when we can see their failing and they can't.

I've always been told that I'm too nice and that everyone will walk over me and use me. That's already happened I can mark it off my check list. But why the urge to help a failing life before it falls completely. Kind hearted definitely but sick of the same excuse, completely.
Life is full of choices so I guess what I'm saying is don't let someone's mistakes affect you. Even if they are close, worry about you. I mean second chances are okay because people can change but when it's a repeated choice. Why bother.


What is their real purpose and let's hope they recognise your true intent before it's too late.


Thanks, Guys :)
Maddie
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