23 IV 2002 - 17:26 - brevis44

I exile my shorter entries to the lesser so that when they do show up here, I have reason. But my tongue gets the better of me and I veer into nothingness:

My friend's father died, and she wasn't there, and she feels terrible about it. I want nothing more than to tell her there's no reason she should feel so guilty, that she was a good daughter. But I am unpracticed in comfort and paralyzed by the fear of saying the wrong thing --

nevertheless, you know who you are. I am a coward; forgive me, if it is in you, for not rushing to your side.

postscript, 7:07: still haven't talked to her. feel like crap. on the outs with t. because made one questionable comment. had a chance to make it up, sort of, just now, and promptly watched it blow up in my face. my talent is in making things worse. perhaps this is why i don't go to talk to her and offer comfort.