November 20, 2019
She regards the tedium of daily life as a long-lost friend. The kind of friend she loved dearly but who made her tired. She can't offer anything anymore so she walks away. But this friend follows her around, not because of dependence but because of habit. She tells this friend to stop. Find someone else. It's over. Like a breakup. It's much harder to break up with a friend, yes? Especially if there's still a sliver of love. Someone will always think of something to say. A good intention is never just that. Someone will always think the worst.