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Journal Entry #22: Can’t Remember My Birthday? You Will Not Be Hearing From Me Anymore.
“I came to the conclusion that I am tired of resurrecting the dead; the dead being one-sided ass relationships with ‘friends’ who are happy to hear from me whenever I reach out to them.”
I haven’t written a journal entry in such a long time! It’s been a while since I’ve shared my thoughts on the intimate details of my boring, loner life; although I must say that I am not complaining about using this pandemic as an acceptable excuse to never leave my house. I have even joked that I will continue to wear my pretty fabric masks for as long as I have breath in my lungs; I like how it shields a chunk of my face from the public whenever I am forced to interact with it.
Well, my loner ass is about to be even more isolated and I think it is for good reason. After a lot of introspection I came to the conclusion that I am tired of resurrecting the dead; the dead being one-sided ass relationships with “friends” who are happy to hear from me whenever I reach out to them. But whenever my birthday rolls around I cannot even receive a text that takes less than 5 seconds to type out. Shit, even iPhones will draft this message out for you.
This is how much I am worth to these people.
