Like It Never Was

by Faith Gardner

thought I was a good person. But like love, goodness is never really unconditional.

In the end, I’ve accepted I occupy a strange space where I’m not quite sane and not quite insane, not quite sober, not quite an addict. I’m just a professional dropout. I’ve got commitment issues.

You are a loser. Every time it’s the same thing with you. Pretending you’re getting your shit together. Pretending this is finally the time you’re going to do something worthwhile. Keep pretending, precious. That’s all you’re capable of doing.