I had to talk to someone last night, so I chose G. Well he was REALLY my only option, but still my first choice.
He answered with hello.
"Hi" I replied.
"You're depressed." Not a question, but a statement.
"No I'm not." I insisted without feeling.
"I can tell you are."
"You can tell by the word "Hi?"
"Yes."
"Well maybe I am, but I don't know why."
"See I knew it."
"Well aren't you just a flippin' genius!"
Of course I couldn't tell him what was really bothering me, yet another MIA boy. My Crush has been suspiciously absent since Monday.
I believe I've mentioned that I'm inpatient, right?
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