I started off young, i met her when i was just 14 and naive, she gave me her laced up weed and at the time a stoner is all i wanted to be. I wanted to be her, i looked into her baby blu eyes and saw the sky. I hated the atlantic, but her crystals where a different shade, they didnt haunt me, i didnt see the megalodon lerking under the surface. She told me pretty lies, pretty little secrets. “Im your only friend” she would say, “smoke your blunts, it will all be over soon.” I was rotting, picking at my arms, why do i feel so addicted to this if its just bud? Baby blu what is in this? “Love, stop being such a *****” she’d say. The last time i had seen her, i told her on my back steps that i was planning suicide in my neighbors hotboxed trunk, she looked up and told me “honestly, if thats what you really want, you are stupid for it, but i dont see why you havent done it yet.”
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that girl sounds like a real winner. >.> *…………………….* Memories like these always burn bright because back then we were just stupid kids. Stupid kids that were weak naïve and ready to roam as far as possible.
14……. I remember sneaking out with a group of my friends and driving their car all night. We all drove to a cemetery and climbed a mausoleum that sat on the highest hill. It was a loud night of laughter and bullshitting until we finally made it to the top. We all sort of froze, just taken aback by the city lights and its dazzling brilliance. We smoked and just watched.
Then we snuck my dad’s liquor and got smashed later on. No trouble there, but it’s the innocence of not knowing jack shit that made it so great back then.
I was just about stopped by a cop driving that night, too. Phew~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do you still talk to her? Or see her here and there?
and don’t feel ashamed of yourself. You can still prosper
despite how corny it sounds