morning after

i don't wanna get out of bed.

mm, me neither.

i don't want to stay in bed, either. i don't want to do anything. i don't want to go anywhere. i don't want to exist.

don't talk like that.

i just... he won't leave. he keeps coming back. i know he's not real, but he keeps coming back, and i don't know what to-

i know, i know. shh. it's okay. i'm here now.

it's like everything just disappears. it's just him.

not anymore. he's gone, okay, he's gone.

for how long? a week? a month? a day?

it's okay. one step at a time. one step at a time. i'm here now.

i don't wanna get out of bed.

you have to.

i know.

so... what now?