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2003-11-03 10:39:23 ET I ran into an old ex of mine on saturday. He looked like utter shit. His face is sallow and hollow. He told me what he and my other old friends had been up to. Over this past summer they all got very deep into snorting crystal. I remember the days when they just smoked too much bud, when I tried to save them, when he told me that I was the only thing keeping him from trying something like heroin. shit cried into stephanies lap. Being unemotional for me just doesn't work. I care too much Seeing him like this made me so scared, so tired, so emtionally drained. I lost him a long time ago, but I wish I could revive the person i met when I was a freshman, that ridiculously fun boy who wanted nothing more but to get in my pants. that sweat talking shit head that my father hated so much not this skinny meth head who can't string words together to form a sentence. I thought, thats fucking it. I AM NEVER TAKING ANOTHER DRUG, DRINK, OR PUFF OF SMOKE EVER AGAIN. I will not let myself do that to anyone else. to them- I may not see you guys ever. but I love you so much. Please stop killing yourselves. I am too young to go to another funeral. I am too young to watch my friends go through rehab. I am too young to see your face on the news. I am too young to help you go to the bathroom. And I am too young to visit you in a hospital. I am sorry you can't hear how much I care. |
