A Friend
One of my best friends life has gone terribly wrong, and for some reason I feel like it's kinda my fault.
I used to hang out with a guy named Jordan, we've known each other since I moved to Indiana, and have been friends for 10 or 11 years. When I had no friends in 6th grade he was there with me almost every weekend by my side playing video games and staying awake until past 6 o'clock in the morning. He was an extremely smart kid and had a great job. It's like we were more than friends, but brothers.
Recently he has been hanging out with my brother and a couple other people that aren't good influences, and we all know he's had a few rough moments. He started doing drugs and smoking cigarettes. One day he went down to Cincinnati and got caught buying pot by the police. I never approached him about how doing drugs made me feel. I know I couldn't make him stop, but I just hoped that he could actually get off the stuff and go back to being the smart kid he used to be. I really miss hanging with Jordan, and deep down it feels like I lost a family member...
Zachary Lewis
Austin, you're a great guy. It sucks to lose friends, but at the end of the day, life goes on and you need to be able to just flow.
Being miserable isn't always a bad thing, and it's good just to sit and think about everything, letting your feeling float wherever they wish and just watching how they choose to propagate. You can learn a lot about yourself that way.
In other news, that fly honey who I was eying was all like, "OMG, noes." So, I'm still QQing.
It was great seeing you!
posted on 28/07/2007 at 17:05