I painted my nails in her room, my dark angel, as she poured out her heart to me As she loses her mind, or her heart, or maybe that's me. I don't remember anymore. She paced back and forth, telling me how life is, (a bitch and then you die) and I sat there painting my nails, taking it all in, biting my tongue, because I didn't want to interrupt her again with another idiotic analogy or a piece of shit quote or line of advice that I come up with that never really works. I wouldn't belittle her that way. I feel so uttery helpless. I sit and watch her slip away. Watch her drown in her own darkness and I have no way to save her. If I can't save myself then what chance do I have of saving her? I can't not help. I can't not try. I can't help but wonder if I'm making the situation worse. But I've got to try anyway. I can't help it. I love her too much. -Jada Marie Andrews 11-6-99
Reason for writing:
My very best friend, and what is going on right now with us...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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