Even Assholes Make Good Friends
I used to think that we were different. That you were opposite of me. I never thought I had a destructive streak as potent as yours, but I’ve learned better. We’re not so different, you and I. Like two parts of a whole and we just never knew before. Most people think you’re wild, that there is no rhythm or rhyme to the path of annihilation you leave behind but I see through your guise. Yeah, I know you do things because you can, because it feels good to know that blood is pumping in overdrive through your veins. Because immediate satisfaction is the air you breathe and getting inside someone’s head just to move things around is a game of chess and you don’t enjoy being caught in check mate. They say you’re just an asshole but even assholes make good friends. I know karma is a harsh mistress but every story has three sides and every one is a lie but the truth is tucked under a dresser somewhere. I know that at a certain point, you don’t control what you do, what you do controls you. I know that you feel like you can’t stop; as long as your still in this town these walls will scream at you until you dip out and usually it’s no solution but sometimes running away is the best choice when you’re all out of places to turn and even the nighttime judges you for hiding. Just remember that it’s not saying goodbye, it’s saying see you later.
Janice’s note: This was very thought provoking and I love the title :)