I’ve never been sadder. Walt, help me up.
I think I need to break up with him.
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.
I’ve lived in this one place my entire life. I need to leave. I need to find friends elsewhere.