We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Annulment

I release you from our unspoken friendship pact. If I keep hurting ones, it seems to happen so often. I misspeak, misglance, miss everything. I can't seem to keep... people by my side. If you ever called me a sister, a best friend, a friend, you should leave now before the previously scheduled programming returns. The regular show of my impulsive, scattered mess keeps hurting you or others... or myself.

Run.
Go.
Stay.
No, leave. Its what's best.
Please, come back.
You should go.
Come here and love me.
No, I'm not worth loving.
There they go.
The silhouettes of my memories fading away into the sunset.
I'm alone.
That's good.
I'm sad.
Who cares?