Broken Doll

Darlene constantly questions it, every time I mention it, why I still worry about you.

It’s a dozen small things. A year ago you sent out the munch reminder every Monday, without fail. Then it slipped to Tuesday. Sometimes late on Wednesday. A couple times not til Thursday morning. This week you forgot to send a reminder at all.

You not only flake out on me — which I could at least sort of understand where that was coming from — I know you have completely flaked on at least one other. Namely Sarah, on that goddamn database project.

Seems like you haven’t been sleeping. Some of the timestamps of your list posts show really odd send times. Say, 2 or 3 in the morning on a weekday. I seem to remember the time stamp on a munch reminder showing as sent at 4am! You only used to complain of insomnia when you were stressed about something. So what keeps you up at night?

I have never known you to be an irresponsible, wishy-washy, noncommittal flake.

So maybe all of this only indicates that you’ve become an asshole.

Or maybe it indicates that you are really, really unhappy.

See what I mean? How can I know whether to write you off or worry? If you are just being a self-absorbed prick then there’s nothing I owe you. But if you’re in trouble how dare I just walk away from you and leave you to drown.