I have loved two black men.
This whole time I thought you were just some emotionless zombie who didn’t really care about me but I now know that’s not true. You don’t delete someone from your life if you don’t care about them.
By protecting everyone else all the time, I’m the one who’s becoming a raw nerve. I’m the one who’s becoming uncomfortable.
I don’t want to be your “catch up” friend. Please don’t turn us into this. I feel constantly pathetic and rejected.
You spend an inordinate amount of your time freaking out about the things you’re potentially missing out on but are too paralyzed by anxiety to do anything about it.
You can’t afford a shrink so reading your horoscope will have to do.
You’re old enough to know that hurting yourself doesn’t feel good anymore but you’re too young to know how to really take care of yourself.
You could be on your way to exploring the world, backpack on and books in tow in mere weeks. You wouldn’t have to hold your breath or remain silent or talk to strangers ever again.
Going in to season two, can we just have an open mind and agree that the Internet ruins everything? Thanks.
This particular short, Eugene, was shot in Washington D.C. and was chosen for its surprising and surreal plot.