Any­one who's ever spent a sig­nif­i­cant amount of time with me knows that I am a bit snobbish.…and a bit self­ish. But there are a pre­cious few who I trea­sure above and beyond even myself. I won't bother count­ing, it would just triv­i­al­ize the point. Suf­fice to say that there are a few, who have me at their ser­vice, should they ever need it. And they know who they are…or at least I hope they do.

Two of these such peo­ple are hurt­ing right now, con­se­quently because of each other. And me, always being the one who wants to help, doesn't know how.…because they refuse to help eachother, or them­selves. I'm scared for them, because a lot is at stake if they just give up.

Sub­se­quently, talk­ing with one of them helped me under­stand a bit about myself and what hap­pened to me that I didn't really think about before. Some­times, for the bet­ter­ment of eachother, you need to pull away from the table and call it a day. And while it seemed appro­pri­ate for what hap­pened to me, I don't think it applies to them. Does that make me a hypocrite?

All I know is that I can't stand to see them hurt­ing, and as much as I want to, there isn't a damn thing I can do about it.

All we have is time, and even­tu­ally that too, runs out.