What a blockhead I am…

If I can’t call someone or even text them, then I deserve to be holed up in my room alone.

If I can’t call or write a letter to someone I called a friend, then I deserve to be friendless.

Instead, I choose to be indecisive, afraid, and scarred of my own shadow.

What if I am not depressed, but choose to be depressed.

What if I am not a fool, but choose to be a fool.