It was a good day..

I hate knowing that I'm not good enough.
I hate realizing that I don't understand.


Today was good.
It started that way.
Church was nice,
lunch was nice,
and now we are going to go listen to nice poems.

But I think it isn't good for him..
I think that I don't know what to think.
And it makes me sad.
And a little lost.
I don't know what to do.
I think I might have already messed up..

I did something..
I did something wrong.
I must have, although I don't know what it is.

Failing me as a friend...
underlying unconscious knowing, understanding..
Failing me as a friend.

Where did it come from?
What caused this?
I wish I could talk to him...