You Can't Go Back To How Things

And What If In The Future We're At War Again, Or We Still Haven't Elected A Non-white Or Non-male President, Or The Rolling Stones Are Still Dragging Their Tired Old Butts On Stage? That Would Depress Me Way Too Much.

Because No, I Didn’t Push Her Away. I Didn’t Add To Her Pain Or Do Anything To Hurt Her. Instead, I Left Her Alone In That Room. The Only Person Who Might’ve Been Able To Reach Out And Save Her From Herself. To Pull Her Back From Wherever She Was Heading. I Did What She Asked And I Left. When I Should Have Stayed.

Whenever I'm Out Late She Makes A Sandwich For My School Lunch. I Always Protest And Tell Her Not To, Saying I'll Make My Own When I Get Home. But She Likes It. She Says It Reminds Her Of When I Was Younger And Needed Her.

Betrayal. It's One Of The Worst Feelings.

Maybe If I Forgot Things Once In A While, We'd All Be A Little Bit Happier.