a losing game

i return a different person. purged of a lot of baggage, i become rather unsociable. perhaps it is true what was predicted.

tragic. i lost track of the relationship. as obvious and predictable as it is, i failed to see it coming. and i lost the ability to write.

but then it happened again. those words, again, uttered so swiftly i barely noticed them said. at times i wonder the effect one has on another that makes them say and do crazy things.

i really don't want to think about it.