Ennui, is that it? Or is it merely an excess of zeal in absorbing the woes of others? Perhaps it's a product of excessive thoughts that border on obsession, and the delusion that I can make it better. Who's to say that what's better for me is better for you? Whatever it may be, I don't want to feel this way. Its stressing. And I don't want to fall back into my old, darker self. I've just pulled myself out of that faux form, don't let me fall back into that abyss.

Hey Ho. What does it matter?

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