I have a serious weakness. It’s for people I love.
You see—I want them to get happy, even though they can’t always seem to do that.
So what do I do?
First, I try to help them—which doesn’t usually work too well. Second—and even worse—I feel guilty for being happy when they aren’t.
Crap. I’m so imperfect sometimes.
Oh, well. I am working on it, I promise. I swear. This one will take some time, though.