Just because you've drifted away in a different way than I doesn't mean there's any difference in our reasons why. So narrow on the straight away,  the normal ones point and say,  "Look at them. How sad. What a waste. Hope they get their lives together one day." So when I saw your too thin frame, eyeslids hung and movements lame, comatose to your own name, I thought "look at her. How sad. How could someone blur so much of their life. What a waste." My face should sting and my ears ring from a slap after a remark like that. Up, fast, and going, not drifting but rowing, still veers as far off straight arrows as down, gone, and not knowing, drifting and still slowing. And would I not be just as got as she if only availability limits were showing. I silence my judgements.I know if it were I, no factor to go and stop me before I die, I'd go down straight up and goodbye. So next time when I look at me in a mirror that reflects what people see I need not think it unlikely if they wonder who rightly they see. Me or she?