Common denominator

My emotions may be volatile….but at least I don’t try so hard to hide them. I’ve always been honest, even if it meant seeming like a “crazy bitch”.

You’re not better than me just because you hide it better behind humor—crack a bunch of jokes, talking about things but not really talking about anything.

I feel sorry for you.

On the surface, you seem to be leading a great life, but you’re so broken…go ahead and fill that void with alcohol, drugs, girls, or whatever. 

Go ahead and believe that it will be different with the next girl, that maybe she’ll cure your sickness and make you feel fulfilled. If you’re lucky, maybe she’ll have a low enough self-esteem to stay with you even longer than I did and put up with all the shit you put her through.

The thing is the common denominator isn’t whichever girl you decide to put on a pedestal for some brief amount of time.

The common denominator is you.