Backwater

I am now unneeded, redundant, and no longer applicable nor useful.

I consume too much energy and time, and my surges are apparently too much.

Kind of throws into sharp relief why I was a loner once. May have been better if I stayed that way. Then again, at least I got to experience a myriad of things.

I’m probably better off solo-ing, or not getting so attached.

It’s okay this way, you won’t have to put up with me.

It’s okay, she’s more sensible than me.

It’s okay, I’m not hurt.

…

That might’ve worked, if I didn’t sound so unconvincing.

Even to myself.

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I probably think too much. That’s what I’d like to think.