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.