She’s a very stupid girl. She’s been tossed out of her life like a worthless piece of trash. All she does not is take drugs and try to die. That’s all she thinks she can do. She thinks that’s what she’s worth. I always fight with her. I tell her that she’s much more than that. I try to have a decent conversation with her but she’s so stupid. She’s stuck in that state of mind. She’s so very, very stupid. She hates that I try to help her. She doesn’t think it’s help. She thinks I’m making things worse. Since when is caring for a complete stranger making things worse? Who else would stick with some girl that gets fucked up every night because she thinks that’s how pathetic she was meant to be? Maybe that is all she can be. Maybe I should stop trying to help people and leave them in that little fucked up world they’re living in. Hey, we’re all fucked up some way. Why not let it happen? Why not leave some people in the dirt? If that’s where they want to be, leave them there. Stupid, stupid girl. She’s MUCH better than all that s*** that’s been thrown in her face. And still she cries. How do I get her to stand up without sounding like a d***? Do I have to agree that she’s some piece of trash? Will that give her some form of happiness? To know that someone agrees with her? What if I keep refusing to do so? Does that make me an a******? It must. That’s what she calls me every night. We have a little argument. She swears, I swear. She thinks I’m an a******, I think she’s a stupid girl. Then after the drugs, it’s all better. She doesn’t remember anything. She hid it all away. She’ll think and cry and wonder the rest of the day about why she’s so down in her life. About why she keeps taking drugs. Then I’ll tell her because she thinks she’s pathetic and she’s led herself to believe that. I’ll try to talk to her. She’ll take it as an insult. 2 hours pass, we don’t talk. She gets high. Wakes up the next day, and she forgets everything.

Aaaaah… F*** life sometimes. It’s a b****. But it can be a beautiful b****.