A good scare is worth more to a man than good advice...

Sometimes, stuff stinks.

You hate it.

You hate life.

You hate living.

You hate talking.

You hate breathing.

You hate thinking.

You hate situations.

You hate people.

You hate school.

You hate teachers.

You hate emotions.

You hate decisions.

You hate conversations.

You hate love.

You hate fate.

You hate 'God'.

You hate everything.

You Hate You.

And these sometimes,

It seems nothing will get you out of hating.

Out of deliberating.

Out of self-pity.

Out of denial.

Out Of Hope.

But occasionally you get a fright.

Somebody knocks you into place.

Into line.

Into a clear headspace.

Into breathing.

Into living.

Into reality.



That's what friends are for. And that's why I love mine. xx

“A good scare is worth more to a man than good advice.”
Edgar Watson Howe