Alane, a story.

A woman was once crying, and I saw her, and holding true to my convictions I grabbed hold of her, and comforted her, and she latched onto me, and her skeleton hands wouldn’t let go of me, and I wonder how much longer will I stand here supporting her, how much longer can I stay before I crumble?

I am not near death, I am still healthy in comparison, but when I have become an appendage of her, and I must break free of her, will she call me selfish? Will she she yell at me?

(Can she blame me?)

The woman brings both torrential downpours and dehydration with her wherever she travels. When will she move on?

“I will pray for you,” I say. “I’m sorry, that’s all I can do.”

“You’re a sinner. You’re a hypocrite,” she says,

“(Fuck you.)”

I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.

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July 27, 2006

oh myi can relate to thisand yeah, supporting the suffering is difficultvery difficult

July 27, 2006

Try to help someone and all you get is mean words. I feel for ya.

July 27, 2006

I like the way you word things. ryn: I also live “around Orlando”, about 45 minutes away.

July 28, 2006

ryn~well wasn’t that the first entry you ever read?

July 28, 2006

and that wasn’t meant to sound rude or snotty…

July 29, 2006

you don’t have to do anything. i’m not that picky, i just don’t want people on my list who have no interest in readin :o)

July 30, 2006

Melbourne, but only for the summer after which I return to university

July 31, 2006

i guess she expects you to be God. she’s delusional