Chapter Fifteen
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Most of the time, we would just lie on my bed and hold one another. I’ve become quite lazy because of this inactivity. Sometimes we would watch TV and other times we would listen to music but we hardly ever talked. Sometimes we would drink beer together and Amy would tell me about her delusional episodes that likely never even happened. It made it more difficult to believe any of the stories that were potentially real. She told me she had to abort a pregnancy she had had when she was younger. I didn’t know whether I should feel sympathy for her because I couldn’t tell if she was being honest or not.
I suppose I should feel sympathy for her that she has delusions and I have had delusions at one time in my life as well. The thing is: I knew my delu
