desperate people

problems are neverending...
friends confide...
I guess I'm happy being able to help someone in need...

just ended a call with a friend...
life hasn't been smooth for him...
choosing wrong choices in life...
wrong friends, wrong guidances, wrong paths...

when I know he's desperate... I just know it...
was rather shocked when I recieved his messages...
I know he's grateful for me being there for him...
Tries to repay me in different ways... but I seriously don't need anything...
I just want him to be okay...

life's tough... we suck it in no matter how bad situations are...
confiding in others has never been an easy task for me...
perhaps I don't want to reveal the vulnerable side of me...
I mean... who does?
I probably seek self-worth when I make others happy...
that's kind of sad, isn't it?
It's like I can't find happiness for myself...
I think I'm just estranged by all these incidents...
Maybe I'm just very tired from the 10 hours of lesson I just had in school...
I'm sprouting nonsense again... Should probably get to bed this instance...

P.S.
"I always feel that secrets are the ones that really define who we are... If we are exposed... what is left of us?"