You know she’ll tear you apart, yet you still have feelings for her. You really are diseased. You know she’ll be the death of you; you know it because we had to tell you. But I suppose it won’t work this time any more than it’s worked the past 80 or so times we’ve told you. Don’t crawl back to her.

Sometimes I think you’re determined to make me worry. And it works. It’s like pulling a horse backward trying to get you out of depression, but I still try. I’ve yet to discover why I bother, if you just keep going back, but unless I prove myself wrong, I’m sure it’s a good reason. You’re destined for something worthwhile, I know it.

I’m sure it’s all just misdirected, but the anger you funnel toward your friends that DON’T deserve it because you’re holding it from the one who DOES is very much uncalled for. When you go off for no reason, it upsets people. You may not notice it at the time, but it’s as bad as if you’d strangled them. At least for me it is.

Regards,
Elisabeth