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 unperfect sometimes.
I am working on it, I promise.
This one will take some time, though.
(Is it a girl thing.? If so, God truly help us all.)