16812.) Whoever i introduce to my best friend, they all end up falling in love with her or liking her. Even the boy i had a crush on, she dated for about a year, and she knew i liked him. When she complains about being ugly it feels like a slap in the face. What about me? I'm running out of friends that are just mine. It's starting to make me have bad depression.
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes a suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up….
i hate it when people change. all of the sudden they just do. you cant explain how they’ve changed but you feel the pain. this pain inside you and you just cant, fucking cant get over it. you cant cry it out. you cant take it out and throw it away. the pain stays with you forever and the main cause of the pain is memories of a person they used to be.