...

Its just this helpless feeling which suddenly makes you startlingly aware of how alone you really are at that moment...that there's nobody standing around to say, "Here let me see what's wrong." And you know you can make a phone call and call a tow truck and have it taken care of. I mean, as my mother says, 'This is America dammit.'

But...

At that initial moment. That feeling, that helplessness...is what you cry about, really. It's so tiring to be the only one taking care of me all the time. I'm tired of being so strong all the time. So tired. i have a headache.