A Shoulder to Cry On
The world is full of people like me; the empath, the understanding one, a shoulder to cry on. A filter that takes in all the muddled, dirty water and woks tirelessly to spew out crystal clear water in its place. But what happens when the engine sputters and gives out one day? Do people bother cleaning out the filth, taking up the job of the filter for once or do they replace it with a shiny new one?...