Why do I enjoy wounding myself spiritually, kicking myself over something that isn't my fault?
And how does one walk the fine line between putting oneself first and caring for one's friends?
I lost a friend because she got angry at something and decided it was worth it to wound me, and ...I can't fix everything.
Hell, I can't even fix myself.
i'm sorry, zibb, I know, I said I'd try, and I couldn't resist.
Here I go again, falling off the cliff.
Am I wrong somewhere here? I don't know, and I can't tell anymore. Too many shades of grey, too much changing...
Have a nice day.