That night you looked at me and said "Good God your Killing Yourself"

You turned around in calss and introduced yourself way to cheerfully, you were one to look out for I told myself.

I was cool and quiet, at least I told myself that. I was together. I was whitty. I could stand in the back of the room with my arms folded and know the exact moment to banter out something to make my piont

You scramed and yelled and got in trouble.

Most of the time I got you out of it.

Then things got epic. I ruled the scene, and I felt like you were there backing me. I know. It was all about me. You had the energy, I had the thoughts. I'd collapse and you'd pick me up because we didin't work with out each other.

And then I fell apart.

We both know about those 5months of never ending hell, and you got me through that even though I didn't do a thing for you. Nothing.

Then I let you down. You don't blame me....at least I don't think so, but I did. And I keep doing it....


Now your the one with the thoughts and the insight and i'm struggiling to keep up. I'm giving in to your thoughts and feelings, ones I don't agree with, or didn't hitnk I Did, but now i'm wondering if it even matters.

Bah I know it matters.

The point is......i think we changed spots