Love doctor 101?

"what's stopping you? tell me."

He couldn't answer. he couldnt even look at me in the eye. he punches the door of the stock room cabinet. frustrated. yes, my "patient" is not getting it. Sometimes, the more i let him be sheltered from getting hurt, the more he is getting hurt. Thing is, why ask me for advice then? Not that i dont like it. in fact i like the feeling that i am able to comfort you through little thoughts of wisdom. no matter how pointless they are to you. maybe you have to get hurt, rejected and shattered before you'll be able to pick up the pieces and see yourself in the angle we are all seeing you. yes, dear, we. The decision is yours. if you risking is not your game, that's not my problem. as long as you know what you want and where you want to be then go there and be there. But the fact taht you kow you will regret what you will do, then why do it.

I guess things are getting complicated since we had our lunch out last sunday. i can't believe you are this weak. dont tell me you're just all muscle. i know you can do better than this. if someone else is stroking your ego, well sorry but i'm here to burst it.

i cant believe i'm starting to become his shrink. aparently, everyone's shrink i think.