Monday, Mar. 22, 2004

they don't love you like i love you

I don't like this. When I haven't spoken to someone in months, the last thing I want to receive is a brief phone call consisting essentially of:

Hey Becky! I'm in California right now getting high! With all of my dropout friends I live with! Um, school? Oh yeah. I don't really do that anymore. I just don't really like taking classes . . . Oh guess what! I bought a Hookah! So now I can smoke that all the time! Oh and let me tell you about the other day when we all got drunk off our asses . . . Anyway, I gotta go, my friends are anxious to leave . . . I'll call you later!

distresses me; you're drifting away, in a direction i don't want you to go. You're a different person now, everything I thought I once knew about you, it all seems so distant. Yet at the same time, I think I always knew you had this potential, you always had a wild streak, so to speak. Just took the right people in the right environment, right? But you had the potential for so much else . . . maybe i shouldn't be worried, you'll come around eventually . . . but then, there are so many people who never do. How do I know you'll be all right?