Nausea

My head spins with the thought of all the possibilities of every place I could have been in at this very second.

“Where are you??”
-“I’m sorry I can’t make it, I have to take care of something at home. Please have fun without me x”

Just ruled out one of them through a text, but those other places, they stare at me with their piercing glare and reflect at the walls of monotony I’m piecing together around me. I melt with shame.
I used to be someone. I could be someone. I need to be someone.

I need to shatter these walls.

“Where are you?”
-“I’m sorry I can’t make it. I’m out on a chase.”