Alison-

Do you realize how cold and abrasive you are being? How much it sucks that you don’t give a shit. You don’t care that I’m hear…that anyone else wants to see you. I don’t know if you saw me first coming into the transit station, I bet you did though and didn’t care that I was there. Didn’t care that I’ve been waiting to see you, cuz you’re my friend. Or at least I thought you were. You don’t care anymore.
I can taste blood in my mouth, hit my self on the lip in my haste as I picked up this laptop. It reminds me of you. Coppery and a little bit bitter, like a brushed copper trinket. Maybe you’ll get sold at value village one day. The perfect ending to your story.
Or maybe you can be like sid. OD on heroin. Let your friends follow you.
*shrugs*
I want to give up on you. I just don’t know how.
-me