Okay, so I have established that I should stop caring about everything, because if you stop caring, everything stops hurting, and then do you know what you have? An absolutely happy life…if you can be happy without caring. I don’t know anymore. Anyway, I was talking to this kid about drugs, and everything he had done and didn’t know what to say. So, I said, “Cool. Sounds like fun.” I mean, what was I supposed to do? Be mother hen and yell at him for five minutes? I can’t do that, because it makes me feel old. Trust me, my soul is a lot older than my technical age says I am and it drives me crazy, because I have adults that tell me that it doesn’t feel like talking to a kid when I talk to you. I don’t necessarily hate that, but at the same time, I want to be a kid for as long as possible, so I don’t end up a 20-year old who acts like a prude 80 year old. Do you understand?
When I hang out with a lot of people, most of them do drugs. I am going to admit this and you people can say “Oh, she seemed like such a nice girl…” Just because someone does drugs doesn’t mean they are a bad person, I want people to get that through their head. It just means that you steer clear of them when they are on drugs, lest they prove to be a bad person. I didn’t really care about people doing drugs after my best friend overdosed last year, and my new best friend would never do something stupid like that, so what’s the point?
Actually a lot of the new people that I hang out with kind of faint at the mention of drugs, no offense hamz and fluffy. I love you guys, but your perception of sex and drugs isn’t very…accurate. I love you, though, and that is why. I don’t feel I have to be different and uncaring around you guys. 😀 Please take no offense.
Anyway, back to what I was saying. People doing drugs doesn’t bother me because, unless they almost die, I won’t ever know anything about it. Peace, people.