just reposting some old shit...

remember this?

A Lament to my Friends, who Rule.

There is a song which sings, “How do I get back there to the place where I fell asleep inside you?” and whenever I hear it I think of you.
I think of the few of you who have made me happy through these years, when I have been a self-proclaimed nontrusting, antisocial, paranoid and highstrung bitch.
There is a girl who lives far away, and I’ve doubted her as much as I’ve loved her. She has proved me wrong, dancing wildly on the roof of a glass building.
On that same glass rooftop, there is a girl who screamed “Death!” and how we laughed. And although our relationship started out badly, we have proved that circumstance wrong. She sacrifices to make me happy and she is always there when I need her.
In that family there is a brother, and although he was younger and friends with my siblings, he too turned out to be someone I fell asleep inside of while doing tequila shots and throwing wild hotel parties.
And halfway around the world, or at least as far as Hollywood, there is a girl who knows as well as me that misery loves company and who flew a million miles to be with me on one fine day and who inspires me constantly and urges me to push myself.
When I’m with them I feel like I could die and it would be all right.