My Dream Conversation with Mary
what saving my life could look like
M: Ophelia please don’t kill yourself. I’ll talk to you sometime.
O: Really!? Thank you so much! (cries for good ten minutes, it’s healing)
*My whole life gets better immediately.
I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING DOWN AND WRITE APOLOGY LETTERS TO PEOPLE ON YOUR BEHALF IF I’M WRONG ABOUT THIS, MARY. BUT YOU WILL NOT TALK TO ME SO I HAVE TO ASSUME. IF I DIE I WILL NOT LET YOU DO THIS TO ANOTHER.
I’M CORRECT TO KNOW I NEED A CONVERSATION.
YOU CANNOT GASLIGHT ME INTO THINKING MYSELF SOME OBSESSIVE. YES, LOVE DOESN’T DIE BY MY ESTIMATION, BUT I HATE YOU MORE THAN ANYONE FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME. I WANT TO HEAL.
I DESERVE BETTER THAN YOUR FRIENDSHIP. I WISH I HAD OPTIONS BUT YOU’VE MADE ME INTO A CHRONIC DEPRESSIVE NOBODY WILL CHOSE TO HANG OUT WITH. YOU ALSO OWE A LITTLE RECOMPENSE. IF LIFE WASN’T THE MOST DEPRESSING THING EVER, I’D TAKE SOME WORDS AND SAY GOODBYE AND NOT EVEN WANT TO KNOW YOU.
STILL, I DON’T NEED TO BE YOUR FRIEND. I’M NOT FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE WHO DO NOT SEE ME AS A WOMAN OR WANT TO BE MY FRIEND IN RETURN.
