I should tell you, I should tell you
I should tell you - No!

It makes me sad that you can't see the consequences - but how could you when you never got to see the causes.

It makes me crazy to see you like this. I wish I could just shake you sane, because damn it, you're fucking missing the point. Instead I just back off and pretend that you don't need help, because in a sense I know what it is to need help but not want any. And it seems to have worked well for me anyway.

It makes me to furious to have, everyday, the confirmation that it wasn't meant to be this way. Really.