Advice on Cornering a Basketcase (don’t do it)

“I’ll come over to your house, not in public
and wrap myself in a blanket and lie on your couch
and you won’t come near me, but ill have my finger
on my mace cartridge just in case
and then, yeah, sure, we can talk about it…

I mean, I am a normal person, aren’t I?
I can deal with this.
Does it really need discussing?”

“Yeah, it kinda does.
I have a really good blanket.
I need you to open up.”

“Actually, no. I don’t want to.”

“Ok, listen, Georgia.
You don’t have to,
because I already
know what you’re going through,
n fact, I have it, too.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw some things
that were really scary
and I still see them
and I can’t sleep.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Georgia, please-”

“No, you know what,
this isn’t fun for me anymore.
I’m going to leave.”

“Fine. I’m driving.”

“What? No. I can drive myself.”

“No, you can’t. You almost killed yourself
driving while upset this summer,
and I know you wont text me
to let me know you got home safely.”

“What? How did you know about that?”

“You told me, you dumbass.
Can you please stop treating me
like a one night stand?”

“I want to go home,
right now please.”

“I’m sorry for yelling-”

“I want to go home,
please take me.”

“Ok, ok. Jesus.”

“I don’t want to see you again.”

“I know that. Just relax, ok?
It doesn’t matter.
You call me, if you want to.
Come on, I’ll drive you.”

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