I wasted a lot of time this week being distracted when I could've at least completed how my essay. FUCK YOU SHANETTE ARGH but yeah I'm so distracted by so many things. Looking thru air tickets looking thru staycays literally just looking thru everything to get me out of Singapore or at least just let me catch a breather but yeah not working.

I found an article talking about someone who likes to "fix people". And I really cannot relate more it's so true.

"Everyone will tell you to stop being how you are—this is the way of the world, to tell us how to be—but you keep on falling for people that are projects, keep giving so much more of yourself than you should.

This is wrong, you know, to try to solve everyone’s problems, to try to love people who aren’t yet whole. But you can’t help it. You want to be the solution, the soul that makes a difference. And you are. Often at your own expense.

You are the person that gives, so willingly. That dives headfirst into people who cannot give the same in return. That sacrifices her own heart, her own happiness, to see a smile stretch across a broken face.

You fill cracks, you mend fractures, you fit yourself into all the empty spaces. And when you fall short, you blame yourself. It’s a cycle, really. A cycle that leaves you the emptiest of all.

It’s nearly impossible to love someone that’s broken. They don’t yet know the power of their heart. They don’t believe that they can be healed, that the world is still beautiful, that love is still real.

But you show them.

You wait patiently as their hearts soften, then toughen again, in a healthy way. You forgive as they push you away, as they hurt you, as they break your heart in the process of rebuilding theirs.

You are a beautiful person, you know.

You are a fixer. Not because the world needs to be fixed, but because you believe in love, so much so, that you’ll do anything in the name of it. And that’s powerful.

You are not weak because you try to solve what you can’t. Foolish, maybe. But incredibly strong. But that’s the thing about being a strong woman. You think you’re strong enough to handle the darkest of places.

You are a fixer. Which means you throw yourself into relationships that aren’t good for you, and men that will most likely shatter you into thousands of tiny pieces. Yet you still go forward, unafraid.

This might not be the way of the world, to be a fixer, to appreciate a fixer. It’s unhealthy, really, to love people that aren’t good for you, to try to mend what can only be mended by that person. But you try because it’s inherent within you to care."

It's so relatableeeee. Thank you to whoever who wrote this