it feels, honestly, like i'm protecting someone that doesn't want to be protected. and that drains me in so many ways.
she doesn't see it as an issue, but i fear for her.
i've had things stolen from me, things meant to be given and not to be taken; i lived through it and escaped with remnants of my dignity in tact, but mostly a shit pile of regrets.
i watched as those things were threatened to be stolen from a friend who i love as if she were my own child, and i made myself sick with fear over it. i did what i thought i could to stop it, but in the end i just lost a friend for a while and spent a lot of time sick.
and here i am, once again.
i've been there
i want to protect
i want to save you?
it's an odd thing, to be given the responsibility of protecting someone who doesn't want to be protected, who doesn't even see danger.
i can point danger out, but snakes can make themselves seem so innocent and like they are the victim. They can't quite help their venom, right?
ach, du
things weigh heavily on mine heart.
