You are dangerous. You are unique. You are a pain in the ass of the world. But you are you. And not many people can say they are themselves.


A lot of people are pains in the ass of me and people like me. This doesn't even make sense. I've grown a lot in 3 years, we all have. I don't really know if you have or not, seeing as I haven't seen you in well over a year now. Well, I haven't known you for longer, almost 3, so who really cares? It doesn't matter. At least I can look back and remember how good it used to be. It used to be SOOOO good between the two of us. Like a buyer-member's club, but we were the only ones allowed in. You were always the only one invited in. But just as it was for me, it was for you also, though in different circumstances, you let other street urchins in to destruct our royal fences.

This is so fucking gay I can't even. But I'm drunk as all hell right now so what the fuck does it even matter? I just wanna write down my thoughts right now. I need it. I need to.

But I don't need you. HA! I don't fucking need you. I'll always love you. I'm lying through my spit, I'll always need you. And I love you. Your love left me a shadow of the man I used to be. And its all your fucking fault. But I don't blame you for leaving me. I'll never blame you for leaving me. I am silver, afterall, I could never become or come to deserve gold.