Sometimes i wonder about the things i do and whether they mean anything to those that they are done for. Though i do know that persistence in helping them to see it do make it less oblivious to them. But sometimes it's just tirng to keep doing and doing with no one to feed me in return. It's like giving all the love away without receiving much in return.

But recently someone made me realise that there is still some consolation. She had told me that it seemed like im living for others. But My answer was that i do what i do because it makes me happy and thus im actually doing it for myself as well. =)

Life can be such a shithead sometimes.