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pSyche I look at her and I just don't get it. She's 15. She just broke up with her boyfriend. I'm older, I'm basically her mother, I'm supposed to be able to comfort her, to find something to say, to have the words that fit the situation, to have the wisdom to know what to do. But I can't do a thing- I mean, god, it took five months for me to even be able to look Guy in the eye for 30 minutes, and I didn't even like him like that. What the hell do I know about boys?
I should be able to do something, but every word of comfort I've said has been like sands carried across this vast and empty desert on which we live our lives. Dry. Useless. Annoying as it brushes across you.
She's losing weight, and I feel myself loosing her. She's unraveling like a ball of yarn that's fallen down the stairs, I can't catch up with it unless I threw my own self down after it. Only, in situations like these, there's really no way for me to throw myself down after her, is there.
I have never really realized how age is pretty meaningless until this day.
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