money is the key to human reason.

yesterday while i was looking for money i found a broken one on the street n the other half of it on the other side of the street.
and this though shoot through my mind..
money are like people..
if they are ripped or w.e they don't get accepted
and so it is with people..
if they have a handicap or a deffect they dont get accepted in the world,society w.e

Summer is over.

And it makes me just soo soo sad..
It just gets me back to my old theory of ''dont do plans coz things will get fucked up''
All i wanted to do this summer,get crazy,fucked up,nothing exciting really ever happened,oh just once in a while.

At the very begining I was hanging out every single fucking day with HER(call her IZZY).We were unbreakable.
I was touched with the things she was doing.I was admiring her.And she shared EVERYTHING and i mean everything with me.It's like i was her smaller protected sister.
I knew her best friend(let's call her IRA) was dieing out of jealousy on me,plus she was sent away so there was nothing she could do to fuck us two up.
We were both kinda sick of IRA,she was constantlly having crises about anything and she was talking wayyy WAYYYY too loud!
So we took that as a advantage to get to know eachother better.And so we ended up as really good close friends.
Plans,boyfriends,girlfriends,everything we were planning together all of a sudden broke.

It all actually started when i was trying to get rid of her because of some problems we've had and then she met this junkie.
As she says HE changed HER life. whatever.some drugs in plus change anybodys life.
We were taking drugs way before but she went really downhill with it.


Then one night she called me to tell me how much alike her junkie new best friend was alike her other godamn bestfriend outside the city. Who ofc,was another junkie.
We both knew she picked the junkie for the simple fact that he reminded her of her best friend.
He did all kind of drugs,up to heroin.
And so did she start.
I know how I was and she was saying before that drugs brough us close,and yet i sigh when i think that junie and his godamn cheap drugs stole her from me.

My bestfriend i know you are gonna read this,i Know it's shitty and maybe if somebody else will read it will just consider me nuts,but i had to put this down somewhere.
I just feel like dropping infinite tears when i think about this summer,what's gonna be next,and...we're just both aware we're gonna split up and go diffrent ways..
I might be a looser yeah for not trying heroin or any of that shit..but I'm sorry..I dont think I love you enough yet.You get it.

So wherever may life take us,may we always be in eachothers ''veins'' as you say it?
It's just not the same...

(and once again im drifting from one subject to another!)