I'm not moving out of here just yet.
There was a point in my life where I felt an overwhelming need to take every person that I saw with any sort of physical or mental illness, and wrap them up in a blanket, take them home, and nurse them back to health. Little did I know THAT SHIT DOESN'T WORK.
Yeah, it might have helped in the moment, or lead to greater things. Of course people need to try and help and show that these people that they care, but I was putting myself before these new found friends as if the very fate of mankind depended on it.