C'est a votre tour

Up off my knees, you can't give me what I need.

I guess I'm just leaving it up to you, now.
Not that any of this is fair.
It wasn't you that saved me.
It wasn't him, either.
No, that would be the people who seem to know inherently what I need.
H, K, K, R, A, C...
So there's no point in what I'm feeling.
Other than the selfish feeling of being frustrated.
And a little bit weary.

Wary.
Weary?

Eff. And that's not an abbreviation for anything. It's just a letter.
Just a single syllable.
Nothing means nothing but nothing.
Nothing nothing nothing nothing.

That song made me clench my teeth and clench my fists and want to cry out at the selfish injustice of this whole situation. I guess I'll sing instead.
I had three chai tea lattes today.
And I still feel like a crazy person.
Or wait, maybe that's why.
But I don't think so.