I wish I could tell you what I have done, dear sister. I wish you would not be so judgmental about me that I'm afraid to tell you anything. I wish you knew me better, because I know you better than I know myself, and it would be nice to know that someone else knows everything about me, too. But you scare me too much. I wish I could trust you, but I know i can't. What I don't know is who to blame for that.