Deep inside, I wish other people would fight my battles. It’s too hard alone.

I don’t want pacifism. I don’t want to be forgiving. I don’t want to be mature. I don’t want to be the only person who has sense. I want someone like Dokko Jin to sacrifice his image and reputation to beat up my demons and fight them for me when I’m being treated unfairly. 

I was watching this last night and I couldn’t stop crying. I cried myself to sleep. I cried in the morning. I’ve been trying to ignore everything and everyone. But it really hurts. It really, really hurts. I just want someone to save me like he saved her.