Sunday, August 30, 2009
My need for time and space directs anger and spite, for she wishes to help and she does. There is no worse regard on my part than for one who purposely takes advantage of another, at their own expense. I find it completely wrong, and invasive. While she remains her own person, her own foundation, for what purpose do I stand but to serve an interest, a wish, with heart and vigor? There is hardly excuse for others actions, but hate them is all I can do. I am waiting for the moment she questions herself, another, and I will have my way with the answer.