What is going on? Why am I a magnet for the wounded? Where is the signal I am sending off so that I can smash the damn thing? Maybe my life seems good to others so they think I have all the answers. Or, maybe people know I have been through alot and they can count on good advice. Or, then again, maybe people know that I am honest and trustworthy and I am the only person they can turn to. But I think this is all flattery. I am just as screwed up as the next person, if not more. I do NOT have all the answers. I am not God nor am I perfect (Which some will argue is one in the same thing.). I cannot solve everyone's problems when I have problems of my own that I have been carrying around with me since infancy. I just can't do it. I'm sorry. The sad thing is that I want to help, and when I don't I feel guilty and afraid I'm about to lose that friendship. I don't want to spurn people or shun them but they hound me so fast and so fiercely that I am left with no choice but to "escape" from them for the sake of myself. Others will read this and wonder what kind of friend I am. Some will think me not their friend at all but an enemy from unexpected territory.
What can I say? I'm sorry. I am only human.
Only that, and nothing more.