I was alone, so utterly, devastatingly alone. I existed in the dark, feeling like I would never be able to truly be myself. I wanted to die. I thought about nothing else but dying. I hated this world and I hated myself. I had always been confined to the very back of the closet, invisible and unwanted.<\/p>\n
But then I met you.<\/p>\n
You pulled me out of the closet, unwilling as I was, but you didn\u2019t care. No. You yanked me out of the closet like I was a long lost friend whom you hadn\u2019t seen in a lifetime. You didn\u2019t give a damn what I was; no, you accepted me for what I was, even liked me as such. You\u2019d tell me all your secrets, and I\u2019d share all of mine. We\u2019d laugh and cry together. We had a connection the likes of which I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll ever experience again.<\/span><\/p>\n Do you remember all those times we danced around the kitchen? Sometimes we\u2019d sing together, too, though neither of us had a singing voice, and occasionally we\u2019d play air guitar together, looking just as silly possible. We didn\u2019t care. It was the greatest time of my life. I\u2019ve never felt so alive. And the parties were so grand. I loved preparing for them with you. I never really cared for the guests, but it didn\u2019t matter, I still couldn\u2019t wait for the next one to prepare for. I could always feel your excitement and joy preparing for them, and it brought me so much excitement and joy.<\/p>\n And little Johnny\u2014oh God little Johnny\u2014I loved him so. He was always so glad to see me. We\u2019d play together for hours. He never cared what I was. He never even asked; such is the innocence of children. We\u2019d play horsy together and have these epic sword fights that seemed to last for hours, but he did grow out of it eventually. I miss those times.<\/p>\n Do you remember that fight? The one where you threw the glass against the wall and it shattered into a million pieces all over the dining room? We cleaned it up together and we both cried the entire time. I offered to clean it myself, but you would have none of that. We always did those things together. I knew we\u2019d always be together.<\/p>\n But something changed. You\u2026 lost interest in me. What did I do? Have we drifted apart? Has my horrible singing voice finally clawed on your nerves to the point that you no longer like me? Do you not love me anymore? Is that other guy so much better than I am? The guy I saw you dancing with through the crack in the door? Did you even know I was there? I don\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n I have realized one thing, however, as I sit here on the curb in the rain crying my eyes out, waiting on the garbage man to come collect me. And what’s more, my brother dust pan agrees and we have a plan. That Swiffer mother fucker must die.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was alone, so utterly, devastatingly alone. I existed in the dark, feeling like I would never be able to truly be myself. I wanted to die. I thought about nothing else but dying. I hated this world and I hated myself. I had always been confined to the very back of the closet, invisible […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-short-stories"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7UkFD-8","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/jasonclement.me\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/jasonclement.me\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/jasonclement.me\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jasonclement.me\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jasonclement.me\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/jasonclement.me\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":526,"href":"http:\/\/jasonclement.me\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions\/526"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/jasonclement.me\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jasonclement.me\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jasonclement.me\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}