Posted by Anonymous on 2012/07/14 under Uncategorized I’m sitting here in my car, waiting. It’s been two hours. You’re too stubborn to keep me updated and I’m too stubborn to leave. And you know what? It really hurts that you’re doing this to me. Because I’m trying to do what I can for you, and all that I can do is help you. And what’s wrong with wanting to help? Nothing. I don’t have some secret agenda. I am offering this myself. I want to do this. I want to make things easier on all of you. True, it’s not my job. But I know that. And I can not, and will not ever let it be because I do have my own life and my own priorities. But for right now, when I can help you, especially when things are as difficult as they are, I will. I want to. Because I care about you, and I hate to see you like this. I hate that you feel the way you do about it. There’s is no reason for that. You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone; not me, not your mom, not your dad, and I certainly hope that you don’t feel like you have I prove you to yourself. Because I know you, and I know you never feel that way. And if this is leaving you in question, well, maybe I don’t know you as well as I think.
I know nothing.
No, I know that I am sitting here, and I am about to overflow.