She says it’s a great day, while I take in all the suffering around us.
Low Serotonin shrinking my hippocampus.
She wants to get a meal, maybe stop at a mall. This doesn’t appeal to me at all.
A dopamine feind going through withdrawal.
We drive past a place she says does really great food, I try not to come across rude, as I explain that I’m not in the mood.
She thinks I’m tired… So she asks if I want to go home… She just wants to be with me, and I just want to be alone.
She tries to change the subject, to when I first met her, I smile as she tells the story, but I can’t even remember…”something-something library, bla bla bla university campus”
Low serotonin shrinking my hippocampus.