I Am Breaking Into Pieces
faye, who i have written about elsewhere, is having a crapload of tests done tomorrow. i am worried and scared and hurting... and feel so d@mn alone. she has been pushing me away lately, and i know it is because shes scared of what the tests will show. but that doesnt make it any easier to handle.
i offered to go with her, and she refused... that one hurt, too. mad as i get at her sometimes, i still love the girl with my whole heart. i want to help, to offer support, and she isnt letting me draw close.
so i wait, and pretend like i am not worried... and it stinks. i am breaking apart a little bit at a time, but for her, i pretend otherwise.
i offered to go with her, and she refused... that one hurt, too. mad as i get at her sometimes, i still love the girl with my whole heart. i want to help, to offer support, and she isnt letting me draw close.
so i wait, and pretend like i am not worried... and it stinks. i am breaking apart a little bit at a time, but for her, i pretend otherwise.