You don’t have to believe me.
I walked straight over to her house. I was defeated. She held me close, but let me go. We smoked an ounce and knew we’d never talk about it again.
She drew circles on my arm and then I left. At home I stared at the ceiling for hours. She called around 1am and asked me to come back over.
Reluctantly, I went over.
She pressured me about medication and I just sighed. She told me she couldn’t understand.
I told her she didn’t have to. I got dressed.
I drove around until the sun came up. She called a few times. I never answered.
The crippling darkness flooded me, and I succumbed to it.
No pill would fix it.