Frenemies. Hard to put another label on people like this than just that one. They are your worst enemies and your best friends. They are your night and day, your death and life and also a mystery. These people have defied life's option of only positive and negative and created a combined ally. Like in science when you combine metals. I think. I haven't been to school in ages, literally, not in many years.
The beneficial stuff like parties and the "ditching school"-hangouts are the positive sides of these allies. Loneliness and pain are the negative sides of these allies. I can cross out parties from my positive side since I never party because Mot always hangs around. And then, Mot teaches me stuff so I don't go to school because I have him, so cross out ditching school from there too. I mean, it's not very easy to ditch or skip something you don't have, believe me, I've tried. Not easy.
Now we are left with the negative side. As always with me. Don't get depressed because of my tremendous attitude towards everything and everybody. I've got it covered already. One depression is enough. I don't want to cause the knot of your flesh, the mess of your brain nerves or the folding of your bones as you fall deeper and deeper into the harmful world of overthinking. I would never do that to you. Because we are strangers. Best strangers. Right?
I could possibly call you my frenemies since I don't know you, and therefore don't know if you're wonderful or horrific. I would never highlight your darkest paragraph without reading the prologue though. A metaphor. Meaning that I would never assume you are not nice without getting to know you. This is why I cannot give a statement about your choice of dark or light. Because I absolutely do not want to get to know you. Don't take it personal though, it's just a insurance of mine. To avoid pain for me and my "clients". PS, that is you guys, DS
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Black Bird
Fiksi RemajaI wouldn't really consider myself as 'abnormal', but of course, I'm not like any other teenager. I got my secrets, and I'm not willing to let them slip right out of my fingertips, as I let Carlie do, three years ago.