life is good.
my disdain for him was so rational. though passivity is far from logical, in this situation, in this context, it was completely relevent.
the self-centeredness was absolutely uncool, man.
the nights i would lay in bed, pushing myself to know it was perfect and inevitable the scene: i feel like i'm losing my best friend.
and i would lie completely disturbed by unwanted waves of burning resentment. unwillingly stirring already-proven equations of righteousness--theorems of infuriating morality.
i was kicking it, and it was my bestfriend.
and it was perfect and inevitable.
