This world is no sanctuary for those who feel too much. It rarely values those who dare to lay their hearts on the line. In the end, it often becomes the subject of humor or gossip. Though not entirely clear, I am probably beginning to see my way out.

I am tired of this world which lacks people who are true to their feelings and their promises. That’s why I try to be cautious about letting people in. However, my own foolish feelings have often invited the uninvited, a fraction of these people sneak in and become parasitic over time, feeding off my emotions and feasting upon the very essence of my heart.

It’s possible that they may not fully realize the extent of the time and energy I invest in them, yet sometimes they exhibit a sense of entitlement. It often feels like a one-way street, because they hardly ever walk in my direction. What makes this all the more disheartening is how this silent desire for a little give-and-take escapes everyone’s notice, like an unheard tune in the midst of life’s noise.

As I penned these thoughts, I couldn’t help but wonder: Am I truly the protagonist of my own narrative, or have I unintentionally overestimated my own virtues and seen myself as above others? I’ve long perceived myself as an empathetic, caring, and loving soul, but what if my self-assessment is off the mark? You guys should know better. Let me know if you think I’m not who I think I am.

So, perhaps, I should continue to play this hand, but should I go all in, or should I fold?