Coroner at the Corner

Surprisingly, my mother offered solace tonight; she reminded me of the seriousness by which I approach life…myself…everything. I am successfully and consistently unsuccessful at just ‘being’. My head is jumbled and school is secondary to the ever so prevalent idea of ‘boy’. I’ve been seriously considering ending things with the unsure and detached B*. He told me that I was ‘incapable of hurting’ him, and since one person is bound to be hurt in the end it’s going to be me. Soothsayer is what he is?

My mother in her indefatigable efforts of nurturing me reminded me that I tend to be rotten, difficult and serious which launched negative reactions. He told me that he ‘already threw in the towel’ of us. So what the fuck am I doing?