Fewer things are worse:
I forget to take my pills.
I start sweating, blushing, and sighing.
It’s like looking at myself acting from an aerial point of view.
It’s like an out of body experience.
“You antagonize people sometimes.”
You glare at me and I lose it.
“You’re being crazy.”
The hot tears sting my eyes and begin spill quickly.
“You can’t move so far away. You need me.”
I run and run until I am away from you.
I am shaking, breathing hard, inwardly screaming.
I get a glass of water, I open the familiar orange bottle.
It’s empty.
