I don't know why I do this sometimes. Initially, I wanted to write, "why I do this to myself", but really I don't do anything to myself. Everything that I do has some effect on somebody. It would seem that a person could take comfort in that thought, but it makes me tremble. I wish that I could sustain the rush of happiness at the sight of your ( Read more... )

it doesn't seem fair sometimes that the people to whom I cling seem to cause me so much grief ( Read more... )