I seriously burned a bridge today. It’s not often that I snap, but I did; I was just in no mood for the bullshit I am constantly bombarded with from fertiles. I’ll probably regret it tomorrow when the anxiety meds wear off but today #sorrynotsorry.
I won’t bore you with the childish argument. My friends have disappeared one by one as we struggle here, in this haunted apartment. We are just too tragic and in the solitude of daytimes my heart simmers and boils over. I’m unfit for life here, in this quiet town filled with junkies and tweakers, yoga enthusiasts and liberals. My presence chafes, they all avert their eyes. I don’t recall the last time someone asked how I was doing. Life goes on; the loneliness festers.
Black cancer spots my heart. We need a new home, a new start. I’m paralyzed by indecision but I have to keep breathing.