I am sorry

I felt sadness when I looked into your deep blue eyes. A sense reluctance for what I am about to decide. Once again, I replayed the unwinding of events which will become your future. I am no seer or prophet, but the tone and story you’ve been telling me have already locked you in your own personal hell.

I cannot help you out. You will need to help yourself out once in your life. To prove to yourself that it is possible so that you are not constantly looking for others to help you. Genetically speaking, you are more perfect than I am. Situation wise, ours only diverged a few years ago. Yet here I am and there you are. The only thing you lack that I have is the belief in yourself.

I am sorry, but you are on your own now.