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you know what i hate? i hate how all girls here are lame. now not all girls, just the ones without boyfriends. it sucks how most girls who are naturally attractive either fuck it up by covering themselves with makeup, or fuck the rest of themselves up because they don’t see how beautiful they really are. they smoke. the do drugs. they drink. but they do it to fit in. to be as cool as their friends. to be who they want to be. but they don’t remember doing it. they drink and don’t remember smoking pot. but their friends tell them they did it. but they don’t remember: they were too drunk to remember. to drunk to care. she says she’ll never do it again. but then again, she never used to drink. that was gross. but now they do it. and now she does it. but just a little. at least it was a little. now she’s getting so drunk she doesn’t remember lighting up the joint. and now she says she’s sorry. maybe she shouldn’t tell me things. shouldn’t let me in. i act like i’m mad at her. like it gives me personal gain from being angry. i act like it’s hurting me that she’s making bad decisions. but in reality, it’s hurting me that she’s hurting herself, and doesn’t seem to care.
and she’s hardly even in my life. but now she’s coming in, more and more. but i don’t want to see her, do i? it’s kind of like it was, but she has this other life. this life away from our group of fun. the life where she goes to parties and gets drunk. where she hangs out with the kids that get caught drinking, even if it’s not her. and she’s there when half of the girls are so drunk they end up topless or worse. when will it be her topless? when will she have sex and not remember it? when will she overdose on something she didn’t even remember taking?
and when will she be the one who dies? the story you read in the paper. but she isn’t a story. she’s an ignorant mistake waiting to happen.
