Frustration In A Bucket

I've spent the last two days trying to fix a relationship that isn't mine to fix. It sits in the back of my mind and weighs on my chest when I find myself close to a happy thought. Trying to fix problems that have been alive and strong for years now, over the vast distance that lies between me and my roots, is hard and makes me tired and hopeless. Hardheadedness and the unwillingness to take responsibility for ones own short comings and mistakes, are traits that I have a hard time accepting in the ones I love. I belong to a tight group of three other people that I love more then I could ever express, bonded to them by my whole entire history and self, and all I want is for them to not hurt. So I'm sitting here, in my cold and dark apartment, hoping that love exists and that some broken hearts can be fixed.

Nothing like a heavy Monday to ease you into your work week.

Tonight's Highlight:

"...always looking for these big, dramatic miracles. How we want the glass of water to magically rise up off the table. How we overlook the miracle that there is a glass at all in the first place. And given the universe, isn't the real miracle that the glass doesn't just float up and away?"

Dry, Augusten Burroughs
(pink highlighter: thin line)