Just listen.
February 8, 2008
I’m sure you processed all the things I had told you despite the “alcoholed” tone you were sounding that night. All true—none of those I said that isn’t. And since it’s all true, please do believe it, so you will eventually stop being a whiner. Trust me, it will get you to nowhere but your own prison. Worse, it will get you into much smaller confines like that of a bath soap box. I bet you won’t like that.
As much as possible, I don’t want to interfere with you and yourself. It’s your problem anyway, even if I am the one who caused it. Despite your consistent yet false claim, it’s only you who could come up with a solution. But you just don’t get that, do you? You do not, ‘cause you robustly refuse to understand it.
Did you hear me stutter? What part of my “answer” don’t you get?
For the last time, I ask you to not look back. You had your chances and I’m so sorry that you just blew it all off.
