I’m on my way to Stella’s. She asked me to come over for dinner. It’s commonplace, yet something is off. Her voice was all wrong on the phone. The fact that she called me is worrisome in itself. She would normally just shoot me a text.
Everything seems off, but that could just be me. It has been an odd three months. I so often feel anxious that I’m not feeling anxious, if that makes any sense. I almost don’t know what to do with this new normal, this change of pace where my life isn’t dictated by coaches, professors, or my father.
I’m in a happy, stress-free relationship with a beautiful girl…who isn’t Lily.
Strange.
I don’t currently have a relationship with my best friend.
Unsettling.
I no longer have visits or calls from my father where he berates me. Now that I’m officially done
