(150) Tunnel

I'm exhausted. It isn't the mere absence of restful sleep or bouts of insomnia that are responsible for my current state. It's the knowledge that, once again, Mulder is about to lead me on some adventure that will undoubtedly end in disaster.

Actually, that isn't quite fair. I'm being judgmental and, for lack of a better word, cranky. My bone-weary fatigue can be attributed to more than the fear that my beloved partner's selfishness is responsible for our impending move. I am also the victim of a slight case of depression. While I can blame this on many things, I'm sorry to say that boredom and hopelessness are responsible. Could I possibly be any more trite?

This is also where I find myself facing a quandary. If my boredom - the soul crushing feeling of being trapped in a useless situation - is the cause of this malady, surely a change of scene should be welcome. However, I detest the reason behind the move, which serves to depress me further.

What gives Mulder the right to uproot us for his libidinous pursuit? I haven't met this person yet, but I've heard enough to know that Mulder's desire to save yet another helpless soul will more than likely lead to his being hurt once he's left high and dry. I've seen it happen too many times to count, and I cannot help being concerned for his welfare.

But, as in the past, wherever he leads, I will follow. He's led me into some dark places. I suppose a large city should be a welcome change of pace.

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