Why?

            ...Why had I called?  You could feel just as lonely with someone as
alone I realized.  Karen found me like
that.

            “You alright?” she
asked.

            She sat down on
the bed next to me and put her arms around me. 
I didn’t want to cry and I didn’t want to have to explain myself to
either her or Ryan.

            “I want to be
alright,” I whispered.

I looked over at her confused.  She squeezed me to her in a supportive way.

“I want-” I paused, fighting the emotion
welling in my throat.  “Fuck, I don’t
know what I want.  Let’s go.” 




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