“last night i blacked out in my car
and i woke up in my childhood bed
wishing i was someone else
feeling sorry for myself
when i remembered s o m e o n e ’
s k i d i s d e a
d.
Maybe there aren't any such things as
good friends or bad friends - maybe there are just friends,
people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you
feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared
for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too,
if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends.
Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their
houses in your heart.