Sometimes I am self absorbed. Most of the time I am self absorbed. I am not the least bit charitable for where other people are in life. I am not like Jesus; I wish I were.
Dear one of my closest friends,
I am sorry for being angry with you. It was not right for me to expload especially when you gave me fair chance to discuss what was bothering me. I have not been a good friend this week. I haven't offered to be there for you when you're hurting. I have most likely added to the list of things that went wrong. I feel horible.
Please don't stop loving,
Kathleen
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