Her: What am I supposed to do?
Me: I don't know.
Me: Yeah. I'm pretty sure you know you better than I ever would.
Her: Is this good?
Me: My only hope is that I can honor who you are.
Today I am grateful to realize that I walked around forever telling people what they should do disguised in the form of some kind of smothering crazy caring when allowing them to be who they were was the only thing I should have done.
Also, yes. I am well aware of the fact that when Slater eventually attempts to have me committed this will be used in evidence as she talked to photographs.