I’d like to think that when people use the term need, to a point we’re all exaggerating. Then again, who’s to judge the worth of a helping hand or whether it is help at all? You weren’t any help.
I’d really like to chase the bitter away but sometimes I can’t help but cringe and wince at my thoughts. And I think it just sickens me the most that I can’t blame you at all. I’m not in denial, and at least I’m not lying. But I’d really like to let go.
