Have I said what I had to say today?

I am not so sure.

Heading to the end, my dear friend Diane

How sweet of you describing me that way.
Thanks.
I might give it a little time.
I reckon, the door's never been open, or locked.
I am exhausted, I am disappointed, I am unable to move, I have broken arms and legs.
I live by the inertia I can't possibly get away from.
I look down on little pleasures and resist your custom.
I will not act on your dubious custom anymore.
I will not let you in.
Why hesitate? Just break in.

Let me make things clear for you

Some feelings aren't momentary.
It still hurts.

It will pass soon

don't be too distressed.
I'm sure you will change your mind tomorrow.
Feelings fade.

Don't get your hopes up

and do not run away from it.
I know it's going to be hard for you, but face it.
Let's see who you can be.
Whoever you become I will be with you.
I sometimes worried about you when you spoke about your dad.
Get over it, you've got to get over it.
I've never been honest about it.
I know.
What you don't know frightens you.
Grasp a moment pushing you most uneasy.
Take it as it is.

Oh dear, you are late again

How could you possibly come this time?
You told me to be patient, not punctual.
I didn't listen to you, I listened to You.
I never thought C would talk to me in that much friendly way, EVER.
Oh god, look at that fat grumpy face.
You have nothing to worry about, C is just being jealous.
Good lord, C smiled.
It wasn't nauseous, rather amusing after a year and 4 months void.
Thanks.
I mean it.

Parrhesia

I've started to wonder why Foucault was interested in this term.