“Behold, all ye that kindle a fire, that compass yourselves about with sparks: walk in the light of your fire, and in the sparks that ye have kindled. This shall ye have of mine hand; ye shall lie down in sorrow…” (Isaiah 50:11).
Like a moth to a flame, I find myself, on the day of your baby’s thanksgiving, at your home! What the hell am I doing here?! It’s as though I can’t get enough of the pain! What kind of stupid curiosity is this? Is this really love or just craziness?
I’m happy to meet several of our old friends and school mates, who you are apparently still close with. You, always the social buddy, can’t seem to shed your loyal followers. I, on the other hand, have found that my circle of friends has not only changed, but also greatly diminished…
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