The text format to our soon to be posted video:
I see a bitchy attitude under a veil of black strands.
A hypocrite who sees nothing past her own nose.
We were such good friends, yet we’ve got nothing in common but the interests she pretends to share.
If only she you would take time to understand a feeling as simple as empathy.
She’s seen as a disgrace to her own family and that earns her ‘unwanted’ pity.
First abandoned by her your mother and disowned by heryour father.
Hurt, abused, abandoned.
How can i do the same?
The stutter in her tone and the faked desperation in her heart, it all adds to the shitty attitude and the poor actions she takes to keep us around while forcing us to drift further apart.
Your anxiety is nothing but an excuse to do what you want. Your “bipolar” disorder is nothing but a phrase to you; a scapegoat that holds no weight on your silver tongue.
She tortures the ones she thinks she loves. She purposely stabs the ones who try to help her the hardest. They are quick jabs like a dancer’s steps. Hidden. Subtle. Lethal. She lets the (blood hope)drain from their bodies until not one goddamn person is left, yet we hang on like toy soldiers. Fight to find a better you. We leave no friend behind.
But what if you’re M.I.A.?
Leave no man behind? HA! All we do is chase after you! YOU LEAVE US BEHIND EVERY STEP OF THE GODDAMN WAY AND WE STILL STAY BY YOUR SIDE BEGGING FOR YOU TO LET US HELP, AND ALL WE DO IS TAKE THE DIRT YOU DISH AT US. OUR FRIENDSHIP IS NOTHING BUT A BATTLEFIELD AND I CAN’T NO, I WON’T BE HERE WHEN YOU PLEAD AND CALL! IM NOT YOUR TOY NOR AM I A SOLDIER!
Why have friends when you won’t bother to fight for the ones you love? Love, friendship? It’s not a battlefield. It’s a mountain range with it’s ups and downs, short peaks and endless valleys that seem to drag on forever–
Like the titanic, the damn thing won’t sink.
But there is an end. There is a flat ground. There will always be another peak, no matter how steep that angle is. We struggle to get to the top then stumble down to the bottom in a fury of regretful words spat and snarled in snarky tones. We are friends. We survived the steep ends that feel like bridge drops, then climbed until we reached Nirvana while knowing full well that the only thing ready to meet us on the other side is a bigger fall.
We break up and make up. This is bullshit, no one who’s sane would choose to go through, but we do because we love you.
“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you.”
(~John Green, The Fault In Our Stars)
But we don’t cut the ones we care about out of our lives just because the road gets bumpy. You signed up for a commitment you can’t cheat on or walk away from. There are no winners or losers in this. I’m with you, ‘til the end of the line.