I have this friend, at least that’s what he introduces himself as, that has taken to playing tricks with my sense of self control to the point I swear that my friend is steadily changing the colour of the night sky, for his amusement and my distress. Some days I find myself in his/her (an indecisive mid-op transsexual who’s not sure in which direction the process is going to go) belongings searching for a lithium prescription. Aside from the mood swings, substance abuse, pending trail for indecent expose to a minor and a few petty assault charges, my friend can be a real hand full. Most of the time I think my friend doesn’t even care about me, often due to months of blatant neglect. Despite all the Ills I have endured at the hands of this fickle friend of mine, I have to give credit where it is due, no matter how much it irks me to do so. Of all my friends it s/he is one of the most generous and has been instrumental in my meeting the many friends I have today, that’s aside from all the awesome things/moments/lesbians my eyes have beheld alongside my friend.
Hence, I dedicate this hang over to you, Dearest fucking ‘Life’
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