It's one of those days when I'm reminded that no matter who you are with, you are truly alone.
I'm not going to wallow in darkness about how shitty and lonesome life is but I will allow myself a moment of silence for an inevitable loss. Life's too short to sweat too much about shit that don't last.
This feeling usually comes to me when I get fucked over by a friend. Then I realize, really, you have no one.
And I, is all I need. I say this with the least defiance and retaliation.
So dear friend, for reasons I cannot fathom, I accept your actions with love and light.