Can I blame others for their happiness?
No.

Can I blame them for their miseries?
No.

All I can do is look, see, touch and experience what little my filters will allow me.

Too much thought for too little sleep and too much demented.

Hours of reading, thinking, processing and just wishing things could be easier for others...and wishing I could send emails with regret or confusion.

I want to be understood but sometimes not at all.
Jesus is the only One who knows all of me.
And I suppose that is the best.
Trust is a fickle thing.
The jagged pain of sharing and being honest jut out.

If only it was as simple as playing pretend.