I have almost successfully untethered myself from society
Become a recluse, a hermit
I tell myself I'm happy this way
Like this no one can hurt me
Or my imaginary heart.
That I'm okay
Speaking to my only real friend every now and again
By texting
I'm okay being alone.
I'm okay with this
It's all fine.
I'm becoming detached
From reality
And it's fine.
Let's do something together later.
Don't worry, I'll forget about it.
Sometimes I forget the day.
Sometimes I forget the year
My memories get mixed up with the present.
A foggy, hazy blend of incoherent snapshots of my past
Thinking I have plans for dates that have been and gone
Cancelled.
I was "sick"
But I'm okay.
I swear.
I'd stop doing it if I wanted to.
If I was smart.