all things go all things go

I just want to make it all better. I want to be the one you could come to. And that's not you in particular. That's all of them. I dunno. I just hate seeing people so sad. I want to say "I love you, what can I do?" And believe that they believe that I mean it. But no one really cares if I care, it seems. There's just so much space in me. And I watch some people from far away, and wonder if they know how much it hurts me to know I can't be there right beside them every minute of every day. But enough for the emo. I get to go to school tomorrow. I'm glad of that.