You have good intentions.
You go out of your way to do something nice for someone else.
You go out of your way to reestablish a broken friendship.
You're seen as weird. It's like saying 'thankyou' years after being passed a salt shaker from across the table.
It hurts to be called crazy after doing something polite and nice, I am sure.
You're annoying. You act 40 years older than you are.
It hurts to call you crazy, even though I think it's becoming true.
You're still a good person.
Love you, Mom.
I feel bad.
