Sometimes the things we want most in the world are the things that make us the most miserable.

When you love someone and all they do is make you miserable, that's not love. In fact it may be just the opposite.

When we're unhappy, often times there's a source staring us in the face, but we will blame anything and everyone, including ourselves, before we even consider that the thing making us unhappy might need some extra examination.

You can't expect someone to know that they hurt you. If they hurt you, there's a good chance they didn't do it on purpse. Not telling them because you think they ought to know often does very little to improve the situation.



On an unrelated note, my dad is in the hospital. He's not in any immediate danger...but I would appreciate your possitive thoughts/prayers/whatever it is that may or may not help. He doesn't know it, but he would appreciate it too.

Thank you.