An option.

I'm taking a quick lunch break and I felt like writing again. I can't seem to stop writing for some reason. I just write and write and write. I have so much to say and no one to say it to. I guess I had a lot on my mind...and sometimes, I just want someone to listen. It's terrible I don't have my best friend anymore. It's pretty shitty actually.

I was walking down the hallway at work and I realized I was an option. You know that saying, "Don't make someone your priority when you're only an option to them."

I was an option.

It hurts thinking about that.

But it is what it is.

"If I do not desire, I will not suffer."