why do we have to wait till our egos are horribly bruised, ripped to shreds and trampled upon before we decide enough is enough?
what's up with this completely blind and misguided ability to hold fast to hope even while we feel our hearts about to explode and implode at the same time? or is that just the feeling of our ego being bashed up?

i'm sorry you have to go through this now and i'm sorry you have to find your way out alone while we standby watching you through a glass panel. we all know you'll find your way out but still, if i could hand you a knife to cut your heart out now, i would. but most of all i'm sorry, that at the same time, you had to find out that your best friend really isn't your best friend at all.

it's hard to understand or even have a vague notion of how someone's really feeling if you've never been through it yourself, if you've never been in any position anything like it. it goes both ways. assumptions are often wrong. hopefully we can both cut them some slack. it doesn't mean that you can't be there for her even though she's not being there for you. unconditional is without conditions. it also doesn't mean you can't close your door on her. locking it prolly just wouldn't be wise. you don't want to keep yourself prisoner do you?