I'm normally such a ******** coward, when it doesn't count for anything. I always say I'd step up when it does count, but I never believed in myself that much. Now, it does count, and what do I do? I step up. I shoulder the weight that I can't possibly support, and I do so without being asked. I become the ******** hero of the story, the unlikely savior. Why did I do it? Why did I step up, and for someone I don't even know? Why do I care so much for people I've never met face-to-face that I get pissed with them when they don't step up for their own ******** selves? Why did I do it when I really didn't have to?
The answer is, honestly, relatively simple.
I did it because it really counts for once.
Heart Me Back · Thu Sep 10, 2009 @ 01:06am · 0 Comments |