When do we stop caring?

I’ve been asking myself with that question for almost a week to be exact. Do we really need to expect good karma after showing care and concern to another? I just wanted to guide a child who’s lost in this world. It’s like the whole world maybe angry toward this little one yet for me, this rascal needs a lot of guidance and understanding from someone who really know this child inside and out.

I always think for his/her own good.  I’m damaged, yes. My friends call me martyr and all that or should I say, goody good shoes.. I don’t care. I just want to leave good memories before I leave and let this kid fly by itself in the real world.

Not until September 6, 2009.. my way of thinking made a sudden change of heart. Up to now, it stings and I can’t feel anything. I’m barely breathing and I have come to realized that it’s too much. I can’t stand to be near with that child or treat him/her the way like before. I don’t know how to deal with it, for real.

I’m quiet yes. No one knew what I really feel inside even the rascal that I cared about.

For the nth time.. I believe this is the right time to think only for myself rather than caring for someone who keeps on throwing you away… again and again.