The Break-Up

I never thought I would say this but get out. I can't stand you and I don't want you. Do us all a favor and get out. It's not that I hate you. No, you are still my favorite. I will still pine for you when you leave. But I just can't see you right now. You are the final blow of a very shitty few months. Things are opening up, but it's not enough. This is the part where the roach bomb worked but not well enough and the whole floor is now covered in confused, scared roaches that are just happy to be out of the shadows. The normal comfort in seeing you, getting to bask in an ounce of your glory (though you try to kill us) is now tinged with the fear of the unknown.

I was fine with not knowing. I personally can sometimes admit that I don't know everything. The problem is the world can't. People in charge are so used to being the "solution" that they rush to make laws and enact rules that make little to no sense to the rest of us and punish us for not following. Which is why we are now talking. I love you. You know I will always love you (though if I EVER hear that song again, someone is getting murdered), but you signify the start of the whole country seeing that everything in this system is wrong.

This is the start of standing six feet apart and still getting sick with something. The beginning of protests full of white people getting snuffed out by fed up officers. The precursor to the results of the 2020 election, the next world war, chaos, and zombies. Everything that people fear and worry about will come true once you come. I'm desperate to get it all over with. I just want to see the end because no one pays attention to the start and the middle is just a long-winded journey to trying to find a conclusion. So, hurry up and leave, summer. I'm ready to see where we end up.