My heart is throbbing.
Not because something I did, this time. But something I can't do to change things for you guys. This constant ache that I feel from wanting to change, and fix everything for everyone is turning into this ache of regret, and defeat because I know I can't do a thing to make anything ok.
If I knew I could do it, I'd be ok with being drug into the middle of this mess. I will not compromise myself, my integrity, or my friendship for you.
On another note:
I finally found an owl small enough to fit in my littlest box shelf. Stoked.