Waste Your Time With Me

"Could we talk about something else? How is the cat?"

"The cat is doing so much better. His eyeball is looking beautiful."

"Good. Good."

"Baby, stop crying. Everything is going to be fine. It's normal to get sad around your birthday."

"I know everything will be fine. And no it's not."

"You're father would like in on this."

"Well, I don't want to talk to Dad right now. I called to talk to you."

"Okay, okay. Well what do you want to talk about?"

"Nothing anymore."

"How are your classes?"

"I just can't talk about anything right now, okay?"

"Okay. Have you been getting enough rest?"

"Yeah. Jesus Christ."

"Don't say that."

"We don't believe in him anyway."

"It shouldn't matter."

"Should I say G-ddamnit instead?"

"No. Christ, baby. Now stop it."

"I don't believe in him either."

"Oh really? Why do you still not write it out?"

"I figure not believing in him is offensive enough."

"You're so young. You'll believe. You'll believe when you see a beautiful daughter of yours turn eighteen someday. You'll believe when you can close your eyes and see her when she was only six pounds."

"Well I'm sure not that anymore."

"Honey, honey, honey."

"What?"

"Well, I can't make you love yourself."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh, I'm so powerless."

"You're pissing me off. You're not making sense."

"I just love you so much."

"I love you too. And I'm not eighteen yet."

"I know. Trust me I know. I don't even want to think about it. Let's talk about something else."

"Yeah. How's the cat?"

"Well, like I said, his eye is going to be beautiful. It's starting to look green again."