Catch-22

Humour me, you old grump. What do you live for these days? Her. Hold on. What about your dreams? More importantly, your desires? Heh. You fucking slacker. You want her life, no? You’re drowning in it. So it seems. But she’ll hate you for it. I wouldn’t even want to look at you. Not more than I hate myself. Doesn't that drive you insane? What’s in it for you anyway? The thrill. Mostly the tragedy. I’d say you’re a lost cause. But then again. Do you even love her? That is the predicament.