"You have a bad habit of reading people's minds, my friend. I don't know how to explain it, but I wasn't ready to hear those words from you now. I know he's in agony because of seeing me with Andrew every day, but he has to know that I can do literally nothing about, except if he decides to open his mouth and tear his family apart, Gabe! You know that I have absolutely no control over that, right?" I nearly yell at him over the phone as I kick the steering wheel with my hand hard enough to make my hand hurts. I'm so fucking done with this messed up complexities, we have a pile of issues and it seems like every day a new complicated issue adds up to the long list. I really mean no offense to Adrian, though he has to do better job than this, because running away from the real problem and go crying into his best friend's arms in not a solution to any of our problems.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!