Why would you tell me? Is it because I tell you too? And it’s all usual. And we go on. Why would I need to know.
I suppose I’ve made choices, and not everything is an analogy for something. But I don’t want to know. And you know. And I am bad – I am the bad one.
And maybe I should be alone.
I miss myself. I hate the silence. I hate the buzzing.
And maybe I’m a hypocrite.
But we have our terms. We created them. We can create them.
But you never talk. Not anymore. And I am coddled. Coddled and protected.
I don’t need protection.
I am selfish.
I feel selfish.
Maybe you’re better off with him. Maybe we can’t be friends.
I don’t know why I can’t be less selfish. With you it’s always take.
Maybe it’s the hormones. It’s probably the hormones.
Why would you do something I told you not to do? Why won’t you talk to me? We all want to be useful and right now I am not useful.
Today I wondered why my body hasn’t given up. Stay resilient. I was irritated.
She’s there with him and I’m here and I’m supposed to be alright, so that’s what I’ll be.