Robots.

These past couple of weeks or so have been an emotional ride for me. I've been caught up in what I truly believe I deserve, to accepting that it's not always about me. Not even ten percent. That's hard to accept. I do good things for others. I'm always trying to give what I can to make things possible for people who are low on hope. My heart is too big for my size. So, why is it that I'm still fighting for the things I want and care for? Because it's not about me, that's why. And until I fully accept that, I'll be fighting. Everything I want here on this planet, in this world, won't matter after I leave this place. The perfect man, the best friend, the dream job... they wont matter. We are a little more than robots, we have feelings. Those feelings given to us by a higher power to help us form a path, but we are only human. We die. What we do here, results in our future outside of this world. And we pretty much already have a blueprint layed out for us. So, what can we do...