This past week I haven't been on much because J.A.H. overdosed on some pills and died. He was only 16. I remember going to the skating rink back in middle school and he was the one who taught me how to spin around backwards to forwards and we tried to grind on the rails but we never quite made it past a few inches. I've been trying to remember the good times but everytime I look up I see another friend on drugs or drunk.
Whether it be drugs such as pills, cocaine, crack, heroin, saliva, weed, cigarettes, or alcohol. I see the pain of their life, the times we've been through, almost dying, car crashes, the cops, scars, abuse, rape, reality. It's hard, he was only 16, I'm not much older and I've been through so much more and survived. It's just not fair
