Accusing the Angels

I didn't cry until he told me I shouldn't be "freakin sorry'

Up until that point, I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't feel like I should be doing it, and I knew for a fact it wasn't going to be pretty.

And yet, like the rash person I am, I rushed in and made a mess of things before even thinking what I should have said, what my approach should have been, who I should have consulted.

I for got to as Him, what I should do. Thought it over in my brain, it seemed logical...

And the problem has suddenly turned into one of truth, one that actualy makes sense. He's relating, and I'm sobbing, and I can't tell if we are regreesing or progressing.

Thats never a good sign.

We've completly swiched gears. I don't know my position in this matter any longer, I lost that long ago.

One moment I"m preaching to PB, next moment I'm apolgizing for being harsh, and the next I'm besides myself with confusion.


And now, the fall out.

I have completly and tototaly torn this boy down. Everything is out in the open, I don't know if he's putting on a face, but he seems to...

Agree.