It's scary how words, after words, after words can leave one so drained.

I'm so tired of thinking about people, wondering who to believe, what to do, what is right, what is wrong. Or questioning why it has to be so complicated. Or wishing that others can see what I see- the childish pointlessness of it all. That I can make everyone happy.

I have to resist the temptation to take the burden of others' upon my own shoulders.

But the way things are, I cannot help but feel so sad.

I still say, with great power comes great responsbility - and a greater need for humility.

On the other hand, it was a good wake up call. People need me, so I've gotta stand up.