culpability belly fire To myself I am culpable for... the convenience of a friendship that lacks an anchor in the real world, the preditability of jealousy, the resentment building in my head, the despondency of my heart, my need to connect with honesty, and the brevity of my trust. I am afraid of making mistakes with you. I have to learn to accept that you have done nothing wrong - not just the mere possibility that my expectations are totally unfair. 030129 what's it to you? who go blather from