We Were Playful
I have a mixed diagnosis after trying to kill myself, aged sixteen. Just after six months in hospital,
“I’m worse now “, “Than when I went in”, “I had clean arms back then.”
“I ran away from my parents; they called the police”, “I phoned home during the night as I got scared”. “Things are better today, no PRN” and “I stopped drugs, sleeping around, I have now started knitting”.
We laughed together.
My story, -I’m a drunk. -A womaniser.
She added “I think you lie more than anyone I know! Apart from the girl, who lied about a brain tumour?”. However, I was drinking at 9am. I gave her half-truths while continuing to lie. She gave me her number. “Together we have more problems than you know.”
We laughed even more.
Copyright © David Gale | Year Posted 2023
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