Adoption surprise — 2 minute playscript A two minute play by Amber Merideth Setting: Lunchroom Sally is sitting alone at a table unpacking her lunch, Angie approaches the lunch table. (Sally looks up and smiles) Sally: Hey lady! How are you today? Angie: Uh, let’s just say it will be…

I’m giving in, I’m giving up, I no longer give any Fucks. When I’m called home, I’ll die alone. #datingsucks

You are a breath of fresh air in an everyday place. Familiar surroundings - but a new face. This feels familiar, yet oddly different. Time has been spent yet my threshold feels unlimited?!? No need to recharge, no need to be alone and I’m still excited when you call my phone.

You are sending mixed signals left and right Want me to yourself But then hang with your ex all night You stand me up, you don’t call Your mental health issue has built a big wall You are closed off, you are not better Please go back on your medication before I forget “her” The “her” that was “you” before this new version I prefer “you” over “her” because of this mental excursion They say you need to accept the good with the bad

I'm over this I'm over you This back and forth is your general rule You're hot one minute and cold the next It's really confusing, I'm very perplexed I don't like your games, I don't like your attitude We will end in Flames if you don't show some gratitude I've done my best to show you your worth It will fall on you if you prefer to be treated like dirt

Lying awake in the middle of the night Wishing, hoping, praying thoughts of you would take flight I’m so tired but so wired, sleep evades me When I do sleep it isn’t deep, tossing and turning because my chest is burning They say only time heals but I feel like without you time halts Eventually I’ll get better but for know my heart and soul are fetter

A Personality Theory on Tyrion Lannister: Coffee shop talk with Adler, Freud, Jung and Rogers Setting: Small coffee shop mid-morning, the hustle and bustle has settled down and now there are a few people scattered about on various couches and chairs throughout the establishment. Amber: (Picks up her coffee and…

You wont utter the words You wont give me validation Maybe I’m just an experiment of what was once just your imagination You don’t wanna commit but you don’t want me to go The love I thought we had is seeming more like an echo The box you try to put us in is running out of space The walls are going to keep closing in All the while I try to win your love, your affection Your pushing me in another direction Do I run, do we continue to hide? At this point the slight is hurting my pride I whisper to myself, could there be someone else?

It hurts to say I love you. It hurts to say goodbye. I’m always living in fear that this is our last time. The clock is ticking, time is running out. I’m awake at three am thinking about it now. I don’t want to give up, but I don’t want to get hurt. It is hard to enjoy the good times knowing our relationship is already buried half way in the dirt. I wish I could bottle your scent and keep it on my shelf. Then I could take it out when I’m officially by myself. It would bring me comfort, if even just for a moment. Although I know would eventually turn into torment. Instead I will just try to enjoy what we have left. Just live in the present, soak in your light. The plight will have to hold on another day because I need you tonight.