We just got home from the expensive and calorie-rich dinner at some bougie money out in Brooklyn. I had to fake my way through yet another meal.l, pretending I wanted to be there reminiscing. Trying to draw meaning out of another garbage year where I was the one making concession after concession. Looking ahead to another year of someone else’s goals where I must once again put my own wants and needs on the back burner to be the caring supporter.

I’m so tired of making meaning for other people.

I really don’t care about anything or anyone else any more.

I just want to be fucking alone.