My best friend is full of shit. It’s sad to admit it’s come to this, but his rampant drug use has left him as a shadow of his former self. You’d think after the weekly cocaine binges the past couple of years he’d stop and have a reality check, but that’s wishful thinking.
The other night he admits he’s here to just have a good time and could care less about how long he lives. I went at him with the cold blunt truth and tried to set the record straight. I’m sure nothing I said made it through to him. It never has.
I’m not here to save him. He’s lazy, unmotivated, down on life, and depressed. I have no time for people who can’t help themselves and mope around hoping the world will throw them a bone. Somehow he’s willing to blame everything except himself. I believe everyone is in control of their lives and every action lead them up to this point.
If you’re not where you want to be, blame yourself. Take back what’s yours.