So wait... is this an obsession about needing to be needed? Am I just hungry for recognition and attention?
Or am I just actually nice. For some reason, I tend to leap towards the former. I tend to expect the worst from myself. Why is that?
Partially, it's because, more so than anyone else, I know what I'm capable of. I know the horrible things that I've done, and how much I, at the time, enjoyed them. I'm past most of that, now I just make stupid mistakes, but I always have that fear of becoming what I always think of as a monster.
But for right now, I just want to take care of people. And be taken care of.
But then again, who doesn't?