Wildcat told me she saw the poison of bitterness growing inside me and that it worried her.

I'm not sure what to think. I've always been slowly drawing poison into my soul.

I knew I couldn't make people happy. I knew that. But I could take away their pain and suffering little by little.

I took some of Wildcat's pain. Now she found the one she's been looking for. The man she loves more than anyone else she's ever met. The man that makes her feel safe.

I've watched her change since I met her.

Now most of it was her doing and her hard work, but I will admit, I did slowly sap the poisonous darkness from her soul as much as I could.

And Frog Girl? She met the love of her life too after me.

And Bratty Bear made up with her friend.

And Marshmallow found a man.

And Sparrow seems well too.

I try to leave people better than I found them.

I don't expect their gratitude. I don't expect their adoration or admiration or thanks. I don't expect them to even know what i've been doing for them or for others around me.

I am boring because I don't party or drink or smoke or do drugs. I'm boring cause i don't troll tinder or snapchat or go fuck anything with legs while at wild parties.

I'm not interesting. I'm not special.

I'm just the repository for their pain. I understand it. I empathize with it.

I know how they feel. I can see it.

But can they see mine?

Can they see what I do to myself?

I am tired. My soul is tired. I want to sleep.