Facts

I went to the doctor's last week. It seems that I always leave the office in a bad mood.

My best friend called me that same night. I told him all about it, and then he started asking me some other questions.

I cried after I hung up the phone. He didn't say anything wrong. Not a single thing. Something he said made things finally register, and I realized that sometimes even I don't believe in the optimism that I try to bring forth. Not for myself anyway.

Cold, hard facts are sometimes hard to face, aren't they? Like you wish you can ignore them, and when you finally realize that you can't ignore them, it kind of sucks the air out of your lungs.