I hate the way you talk to us, and the way you 'pop' your pills. I hate the way it reminds me of me. I hate the way you stare. I hate your big dumb comments, and the way you read my notes. At times I dislike you so much it makes me write; it even makes me rant. I hate it, I hate the way you're always insensitive. I hate it when you lie about your medication. I sometimes hate it when you make me smile, even worse when you make me grossed out. I hate it when you're right, and the fact that you respect us outside of our 'looks', our beliefs. But mostly I hate the way we truly don't hate you. Not even much, not even a ton, just over a 'smigin'.
As someone once said, "life is a mix of good things & bad things…" But, we all deserve a 2nd chance in life, to learn, to adapt, to change, like me & my Adderall addiction.
But, despite of all his 'bad' points, Pierce Hawthorne is my friend, & is, too me at least, "streets ahead".
Get well soon Pierce, you're a part of us all, a distraction we're meant to have – We need you to guide us to better people.
You friend always,
"Little" Annie Edison
