don't like really

Don’t talk about me as if I am already gone. Consider what you will do with the spare room when I am not around.

Nearly everything they said when I last saw them was about the expiring lease. Maybe they just look forward to privacy.

I know I am not around alot. Liz laughs at me whenever I tell her the ratio of nights at my parents to nights at my apartment. I just... can’t really stand the commute anymore. There are little things like the strangled looks in his and her eyes when I ask about splitting the rent three ways.

I don’t know what to do for a job. School, I think it’s too late for this semester.

I know I’m not around. I know you’re a little scared where you’re gonna end up. The fighting is no accident. You’re far from judgemental but you feel all his criticisms. You don’t like the stripes of rage in his anger, the arrogance when he’s corrected.

I know I’m not really around. I’ll think about it while looking for sleep tonight, staring the wall down trying to find sleep on someone else’s couch.

No wonder you want me around more. Even so I don’t know what to say to that.