I have a friend. Her name is Pain. (Yeah, she's a girl.) Pain is always with me, even though at times, she doesn't seem to be there. She has a habit of sneaking up on me, especially when it's dark and silent. She's creepy that way.
I used to hate her. I would do everything I could to get rid of her. Still, being the nice friend that she was, she didn't mind.
She was understanding, too. Knowing that I would need my space, she left me alone for a while. Then, she came back, full force. And let me just say, best surprise party ever.
Eventually, I got used to her presence. After a while, I even liked her being there. She kept me from being lonely, for one. And she was constant, not like all the other so-called friends in my life.
She's that kind of friend– the one that pushes you to do bad things, the one that makes you hate yourself, the one that steals all of the joy in your life. And yet, I can't let her go. She's been with me for far too long, to the point where I can't be without her. We're inseparable, Pain and I.
I know she's no good for me. But you know what? When my other friends weren't there for me, she was. She may be a terrible presence, but compared to those who came before her, she was the best of them all.
A/N Thank you to all dem readers who stuck by me so far. It means a lot to me. 😘😘😘 Xoxo MJ
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