You know your true friends when they tell you straight to your face that you’ve fucked up. There’s no sugar coating involved here, and you’re going to be ridiculed about it. “Oh, don’t worry about it anymore, let’s move on”, said Jessica one night sitting on my lap as we discuss the future course of business for us. It’s more of a business agreement than a friendship, our relationship can be seen more as an estate than any true bond. Just there collecting value while there’s nothing alive inside. This inheritance comes with all the baggage and vacancies you can dream of. Emotional and physical. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to keep anyone happy, truly happy or perhaps I should chalk up life and expect to be alone?