I have a special friend and she has a special thing that she does... drinking, drugs, and smoking. I tell her everyday that she needs to stop or she will go to jail but she doesn't care. It all started when we went to a party for Holloween. She disappeared for an hour or so and came back with a cigaret in her hand and a beer in the other. You see she wasn't just a friend... she was my sister. And I still think of her as a friend because I don't admit to her as my sister anymore... she just is a friend that I am forced to get along with. This summer she came to see me but I left to go hang out with my friends as soon as she got there. She stayed there the night and I stayed the night at a friends house... I love her... but it is my worst nightmare for her to say she loves her sisters back.
October 18, 2011