I am done. Friends with “undercurrents” that I am beginning to believe that I imagined, or just avoidances to each other… passive beings that only interact with supervision? Which are we to become? Because I can’t be sure anymore. You tell me. Wtf are we?
I am ready to believe that this is all in my head. I am willing to let go. Speak tf up, please! Now or never. Speak now or… well, you know.
I will accept my artificial flowers. At least they won’t wither with the passage of time. They provide security and stability.
Goodnight. And goodbye.
For what it’s worth: I do love you. But everything is just so hard and you show me no hope.