At times I feel like I couldn't have less of a clue. The ground I once stood on was torn from my feet long ago, but everyone failed to inform me of this. For now, there's nowhere to go but down.

I read him always, and sometimes his words, his life, his being makes me sad. It's not that I pity him or loath him or anything negative like that, but I just wish there was something I could do for him.

And I read her and it gets to me that I'm being such a crappy friend to her right now.