Yet again

Another log to furfill my thoughts. Note to self: I haven't changed my daily routines a bit, my lazy ass way of managing my problems and plans are still the same. It's hopeless.

Though I've positively grown throughout the year. (Am I being opposentric? Is that even a word? Dude.)
Today had a moment I remenisced the ol' friends I hung with last year. You could call them friends, close friends. Yet they weren't best friends.

I'm glad they weren't.

We were so involved with drugs, it was rediculous. Seriously, our group consisted of about 25 people, and only five of us weren't using hard drugs. Is that healthy? Oh hell no. But we accepted it, it made us whom we wanted to be. Strong, powerful, crazy. Experiencing simple things as the biggest trip ever.
Had this any point? No one of us wanted to admit to our problems, THAT was our problem. Covering our personal issues, our useless minds and our rotten future with things that makes the present just right.
A flee to fantasy.
We all loved it.

Despite these facts, we were tight. Tight as hell. We were cool, notorious to other. We were nice, kind, caring and thoughtful to eachother. At some point I was just an addict. Every single moment, I wanted to be there and somehow I was there, hanging out. Chillin'. I loved it.

Friends are a part of your education. They teach you the social skills, your social knowledge and they learn you to trust. Having to experience this [addicts as friends] at a pretty recent time, on a pretty young age made me stronger now, yet I was really weak back than. I didn't realise I had friends, who are BEST friends and actually seriously care about you, I had them all along..

S & R, thanks for being so tight. We are the triple threat.
P, guuuurl u be the one I care 'bout so hard.