What do you do when you see someone young, someone you love, heading down the same destructive road you walked down yourself....only she's doing it years younger and light years faster? I don't know what to do about it. I'm sad. I'm mad. I'm not in a place to do anything.
You have to let people make their mistakes...but how far do you have to let them go?
Frustrating.
It's not the weight thing that she's doing...it's the junk that led to the weight thing. She's giving herself away, piece by piece, layer by layer...pretty soon, she'll be wondering who the hell she is, and wondering why life is so unhappy. Because that's where the road leads. No where. No where good. I don't say that because it happened to me...I say that because it happens to everyone trying to use empty things to fill their lives.
I'm angry that life is so confusing and frustrating and hard. I'm angry that she is going to get hurt. And mostly I'm angry that there is nothing I can do about it.
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