Another Day

"People cry not because they're weak, but because they've been strong for too long."

I would believe this, but something about the tears falling from my face proved I wasn't strong. I'm not strong. I'll never be strong. Emotions don't make me stronger. Crying won't prove my integrity. 

"Another day." She whispered. "Another day more."

Another day. She always told me this. " Just another day, and everything will change." 

I wished she could be right. I wished I could change. But the wounds left from yesterday won't disappear in another day. Another day.

"Another day. Another day more. Another day more and everything will change. Another day and everything will alright." 

Everyday the same words. "Another day, another day." 

Why does she keep lying to me? I know nothing will happen if I wait until tomorrow. Sometimes, I wait. Just to amuse her. 

Nothing changes.

I knew she was wrong, and nothing will ever change. Change doesn't happen, she has to stop trying to escape the inevitable. 

"Another day." She says again, trying to make me understand. 

Why doesn't she realize? I can never change. I'll be stuck this way forever.

"Another day."

She's getting worn. She tires of reassuring me that It'll change. I tell her again and again, time after time. Nothing will change. But she persists.

"Another day."

She's on the edge of breaking. Any day now, she thinks I'll give up, and understand her. How can I, if there's nothing to understand? I would try to stop her, but I know she'll keep trying anyway.

"Another day." Her voice trails off.

She's giving up. 

"Another day."

I tried to believe her, but her tired eyes and broken smile, killed any hope I could've felt. 

"Another day..."

I refuse to give in. She needs to stop living in her fantasy world, and accept who I am. 

"Another day..."

She'll never accept how I've changed. Whenever she tries to touch me, I can't help but be cold, and distant.

"Another day..." 

I can't be who she wants me to be. I can't change on my own. 

"Another day..."

I miss the old days. I miss when she and I would have meaningful conversations. 

"Another day..."

We could waste hours just talking. Well... she would be the one talking, but I would still listen patiently.

"Another day..."

Will she ever say anything else?

"Another day..."

I can't take this.

"Another day..."

I might've broken myself, but that doesn't mean I have to break her.

"Another day..."

I will stop this.

I interrupt her before she has a chance to say it again.

"look karen u and i both know he dumped u 4 a good reason but that dont mean u can come runnin 2 me 4 ur problems"

Her face switches from sadness to panic. Almost like she didn't want me to speak. She wasn't expecting me to speak. Did I ruin it? Has everything been destroyed by my hand?

"WHAT THE FUCK" She screams.

She hits me hard, with the back of her hand. I go flying, and smash against the wall. My insides feel shaken, like I'm going to break.

"JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK WHERE'S MY PHONE" She screeched.

Her fingers race across the screen of her shitty android phone. I can only assume she's calling the police, to get my disgusting mistakes as far away from her as they can get.

I break apart. 

My sauce goes everywhere. The beans stain her floor. I am a half eaten bean burrito. Karen's been through a rough breakup. She's also slipped into insanity, and started talking to me. What the fuck Karen. Karen is a stupid shit. She doesn't realize that if she calls the police, they will simply take her instead. Another day? More like another day in prison lmao fuck off karen

i am very lonely