The definition of a true friend is one who won’t hesitate to kick your ass when you need it, when your head is jammed into your own sphincter and you’re unaware of it until said swift boot loosens it and you’re no longer talking ignorant shit.

At least, that’s what I thought.

Does this kind of friendship crumble so easily beneath wounded pride and passive-aggressive denial? Worse — does this kind of friendship no longer exist at all?

Is everything so disposable now?

Life: a shallow musing?

Or am I actually the one in denial?

I don’t know anymore.