Thursday, September 4, 2008

My drug


There was a kid last year, he was quiet, he was different. He was beautiful, he suffered with me. I like him because he wasnt like everyone else, he was the best friend that I've always wanted. It wasnt anything more than friendship that I felt for him, it wasnt that I didnt find him attractive, but he was a better friend. Everyone wanted him, except for me, I didnt want him like that. I wanted to make him smile, make him laugh. It was like my drug, my sweet escape from the others. This summer, he changed. From hanging out with people who were different from us, but like everyone else. He has a bit of an ego now, he can sometimes be rude. I still see the friend I love sometimes, but thats rare. I miss him. I try to see the old him through the hard shell thats transformed him. I told my friend how I felt about him now, about his change. She told him that I called him an asshole! I got so angry. I never would call him something like that. Thats not the first time shes done something like that. Im starting to get suspicious, maybe she doesnt really like me, she might just want to make people hate me, maybe even make me hate myself. Shes not exactly the best help in bad situations. Im too afraid to aproach her about that, I dont want to upset her, what if im wrong. I dont want to lose a friend over something stupid. She has been my "friend" for so long, Im not sure I can cut the strings shes tied to me. Maybe it would be for the best, im not exactly sure what to do.

1 comment:

Dead Rose said...

Sometimes these things happen. Your friends turn around and stab you in the back just when you think you can trust them. It usually helps to confront them, ask them why they do what they do, and if you think you can give them one more chance. Really though, it's all personal. I feel so bad that you have to go through that horrible feeling of pain and betrayal. Definitely want to hear more about this.