telepathboy

You used to be entertaining... full of life. Even when you were not happy... you had energy, a power, a gift. Something. Now... you're deflated and hollow. You've given up trying to maintain the grasp on life that you once had. We once talked on the phone for a week, only ending the call when one of our phones died... now, I have a hard time keeping a five minute conversation with you. As if your very soul has sunken into some bottomless pit, while you sat on the edge watching with a rope in your hand.

I used to love you... and now I find it difficult to muster enough emotion to pity you. And yet, you allowed it all to happen to yourself. You chose it.

I guess I'll never understand. But I loved you once.