Sometimes, I don't understand why people would question my motives in helping them. Actually, that's every time someone questions me and stabs into my bubble of a mind and injects doubt.
This doubt is almost poison that clouds my ability to want to interject, to want to share my ideas. This really just amplifies my worries that bad things will carry on, when my inner purpose is to try and purify and make people happy.
This hasn't happened much lately, as my introverted nature has kind of taken hold of me a bit more than usual, but in the past (an example being last year, when I kept trying to give advice to two people) I would try very hard to make people notice their unhealthy actions and try and point them in the direction of their personal happiness. The sad thing is that, because people blow me off as someone who is lying, or have "no clue what [I'm] talking about," they deliberately go into the opposite direction. To tell you the truth, I was very right about the two people last year, and I'm sure that if they had not popped my bubble, they would have a lot less heartache as of now.
These recent times have made me wish I had my voice back, they've made me wish I could look at the two people arguing in the hall and tell them how to resolve it, they've made me wish I could stand up in front of the school and protest the inactive anti-bullying procedures that our school is supposed to be taking, they've made me wish I could advise my friends and peers as I had in past years.
But I can't.