I said, “Do you always have to have this many lights on?”
He said “Yeah, I like a lot of light.”
I said, “Well, I hadn’t turned any lights on because I like it dark.”
He said, “Okay.”
I said, “So we’re pretty much going to be, like, you’ll be walking into rooms and saying, ‘Why is it so dark in here?’ like you don’t know the answer, and I’ll be walking into rooms and saying, ‘Who turned all these lights on?’ like I don’t know the answer.”
He stopped in the hallway, looked at me and said, “I’m looking foward to it.”
Ready or Not to Die
When my depression is bad, I feel ready.
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