There is this other friend. I don't trust him anymore. He is willing to hurt feelings, and I cannot take those kinds of chances.

Mumbling and bumbling...we'll all admit when we are wrong...and the fact remains that you'll never know, why your folks started to cry.

I'm overwhelmed by performance, and by my lack to help a situation.

eyes deuce eyes. Trying to find that middle ground...once again. More solid this time but not allowing a slip. Who knows if this plan will work.

I'm starting to get weird about you...and everything else. It seems I have a need to control. It seems I can't let go, but I think we knew this years ago.

eyes deuce eyes.