I hate...

...that you're starting to refer to me as Madame Depresso.

'Cause that's what we called my mother and that means you're starting to feel the same way about me as I did about her.

I resent her for the way she was and now it seems like you're going to start resenting me.

I'm sorry I'm like this.

I'm sorry you have to live with someone who is like this.

Note: Originally posted May 16, 2006.