Dark Knight High: The Four Years I Spent in Purgatory

This is actually (ok, technically yesterday, but fuck that) a milestone day. For both zero and I, this day marks a bizarre transformation. 4 years ago, we were kicked to the curb respectively by people who meant a whole lot to us - kicked physically, kicked mentally, cut, scarred, drowned, and dazed. Betrayal doesn’t always come in the form of a knife in the back, but sometimes a friend who just doesn’t fucking get it and ruins it for everyone. This is why we can’t have nice things, and all that.

As the Libertines say, “Cornered/the boy kicked the world/the world kicked back/a lot fucking harder.” The world kicked us pretty fucking hard that summer.

And I’m proud of every paint stain, every shitty haircut, every wasted dollar, every late nigh phone call, every goddamn stupid idea we came up with to cope with how badly life sucked those months. It was the end of an era, but also the beginning of a new one - we moved uptown, we moved out, we got new jobs, we worked, we cried, we raged, we let loose. Hell, we even grew up a little bit.

I can’t speak entirely for zero of course, but today is a reminder for me to never pick up the phone for the people who betrayed me. Straight to voicemail. Want to know how I got these scars? From you, bitch. from you.

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tagged as: BFFs for lyfe. credit to zero for the title.

posted on July 19, 2012
  1. troubleeveryday posted this