We're Good People

let me state this.
this blog is not supposed to piss anyone off.
it is merely a reflection on a thought of mine.
if you are offended.
feel free to yell at me.

what defines good?
and what is a good person?
well, i'm going to ignore the philosophical questions
and only question why people say my friends and I are good people.
to me this makes no sense.
are we just better than other people?
from your perspective maybe.
but my friends are
Depressed Heart-breakers to sad to realize what they've got.
Narcissists who can get to angry for their own good.
Controlling Perfectionists who are buried in guilt and insecurities.
Anxiety ridden who can't express emotions so they bury it inside of them.
Druggies.
Sex Addicts.
Liars.
and i'm not excluding myself.
An apathetic suicidal kid who is so disenchanted with life to care about anything in the world, while barely believing he exists, who is unable to do anything productive with life because he's to set on the future being the future. but in reality he's just scared to death.

but.
in the end.
we are considered good people.
damn we have everyone fooled.