Wrong

I was never right. . . That's a lie, because ibremember being right, being. . . More than I am now. Or maybe, it didn't matter then, but no, they saw it, even then, that's why they always left. Always. Now, I just, cling to the fact that normalcy in any friendship just isn't possible, because even when I find a good normal one, I have to ruin it. No, wait, the friendship was built on a potential foundation to begin with, and, I'm just going to have to snap it. Because it won't hold on it's own for any extended period o time. I'm just going to survive this storm while its raging, then I'll have to do it. I think I'm scared, which is probably why I have to do this, whether or not I have a choice.