This is a conversation between me and my mum.I

Italics is in my head

Mom: And you didn't want to salvage it.
Me: I knew it wasn't going to work out.
Mom: How?
Me: We were to different, I would have fought, she didn't.
Me: Mom sometimes.. Sometimes North and South don't attract. Sometimes your too different, sometimes one leaves.
Me: We were North and South.
Mom: Which one were you?
Me: South.
Me: North is pointing the right way, North has everything together, North is perfect, North has everything, North has got it together, North has a plan. North knows she can do it  North sleeps peacefully. North is always happy, North is okay, North is never evil, North has the angels singing praise. North... She was North. South is going the wrong direction, South is breaking, South has faults, South has nothing, South us too far gone. South doesn't have a plan. South is a failure. South cries herself to sleep. South is depressed. South is not okay. South has that darkness inside that will one day take over. South has the demons inside that want to kill. South has the scars on her arms. South... South is me.

Let's see how many of us are South, how many have almost all of the South.