Dear T,

When you tell me things - they almost always make sense. But then when you turn around and ask me are those said things the way I see it - they start to not make sense. I know you're not all knowing but I'm not even some what knowing. So when you leave room for my own interpretation it makes me pull away from you because if you, who knows me so well, don't know than there really is no hope of either one of us ever really knowing. I hate that its that way but my brain and my feelings appear to be enemies and I doubt they'll ever come together to help me form a legitimate opinion of my own.