Returning to reality is overrated.

It is all Wal-Marts and cute tops and mall excursions.
Money sticks to nothing in my wallet;
it is like water, annoyingly ever-necessary.

But to need another person is yet more unwillingly frustrating.
Seeks but never sought; it must have been foretold.
I am tired of feeling pathetic and desperate because my friend refuses to be my friend.

And now a moment of silence for the truth.