is it wrong to dream? knowing that it’s not going to happen knowing that i should be making the practical decision knowing that i’m going to end up homeless anyway does it really matter how i get there? should i be focusing my energy on pleasing others? or do i live life for myself?
this... affliction. doctors like to call it depression, and prescribe me a couple drugs to deal with it. my mom calls it sleepiness, and tells me to be happier. my friends hardly notice, and if they do notice, they brush it off as mere fatigue.
but i see it as something greater than myself. not just a small part of me, but the entirety of me. the sharp pangs of anxiety and guilt about anything that didn't go to my liking are now normal as breathing. i can't remember life before this.
hi. we've known each other, what, two years now? three?
i'm going out with her for lunch today! i'll see you tomorrow
we've established a sort of routine. a schedule. i've grown to expect your presence in certain places at certain times in the day.
hi man i'm sorry, we have plans again today. tomorrow, i promise
did you stop to think how your absence would affect me? or was the promise of a love life too much for you to resist? was i not enough for you? was my care and love not enough for you?
i'm really sorry. tomorrow, i promise for sure.
oh screw off. you're lying through the skin of your teeth and we both know it. just go. just go be with your new girlfriend. don't come crawling back to me when your relationship falls apart and you have nowhere to go. you will not find the same me, if you come back.