I alternate between reluctantly optimistic and starkly cynical.
I want to sit down, rest for awhile, own a spot.
I like to be paid in kind.
I am no one’s crying shoulder. Anymore. Or so I say (Every time.)
Everyone plays their part and fades into black. Some should just stay. I’d like them to.
I don’t have the enthusiasm or energy to build new friendships.
I am not half the girl I used to be.
And it’s not my fault.