I used to really like it when I could tell what you thought about everything, or at least many things. I know you are busy. I am the one so eager for you also feeling caged. I just get so happy with any attention. I suppose I am spoiled.
I am always accommodating; I am not demanding at all. I want love and happiness for everyone, but I get tired of abuse. I lay myself out bare and offer all help, but I get no cooperation. All I can do is say, "you don't want to be treated like shit any longer? Get away and work things out from a good vantage point and then go back victorious." The number one focus is to STAY ALIVE! Dead helps NO ONE!; especially those who love you!
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