losing my best friend

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.