Fill in the blank. You're so good at that.

"You find soullessness in everything you can. Where as I......"
You never finished the sentence. You passed out before completing the most hurtful thing ever said to me.

Incomplete.
Isn't that just my existence.

I want to show you how much soul I find in every waking conscious thought I have.
I just wish you were sober enough to recognize when I do.

I'm going to stop relying on you to take care of me.
I don't need it.
I don't need anything.

[I just want you to stop being so mean to me.]

We'd have this conversation now but you're passed out on my bed, in a fetal ball, in all your clothes. I'm going to undress you and call you "baby" cause you respond to that when you're at this point.

I'm going to do this one more time.

Don't ever accuse me of not being passionate about life.
I am not apathetic.
I am realistic.
I am [          ].