That's all I really am, a distraction.
It's all I've ever been, and it's probably all I'll ever be.
All I do is get in people's way, ocassionally help them out. Then they get to a point where they have to go or they just don't need me anymore. Whether it's something I do or a choice of their own, it's just how it always goes.
One day, I wish I could be something more, but the evidence doesn't look good. I'm just eternally doomed to be The Doctor. My favorite TV character, with a life that is my living nightmare. I'm just the silly madman, going around distracting people from their life until things begin working in their favor. Once things start going well for them, the distraction is no longer needed, meaning another lost "friend".
How do I fix this? I'm not sure I can...it might just be the hell that I'm destined to live. My hope is fading and I don't know what to think anymore.