Jun 2015
who knew turning seventeen meant losing another best friend to drugs.
who knew another birthday meant losing another best friend just because finding the next high was more important that I ever was.
who knew the older I get the more people leave me without saying goodbye.
who knew another birthday meant losing another best friend just because finding the next high was more important that I ever was.
who knew the older I get the more people leave me without saying goodbye.
is getting high really more important than me? that even when we all said no, you went to go get ****** in my driveway when I needed you most? you told me you would never do what she did last year, leave me because of drugs. but look at what has happened. I hope your high was worth it.
(23/F/GR, Michigan)
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