She breaks like glass

Funny how when I was younger, I looked up to different kinds of people in my high school.

I looked up to and envied those who had difficulties.

Problems.

Those who got attention for the sad things that happened to them in their lives.

I was an odd child. No doubt about it. Attention deprived and longing for acceptance.

I would actually look up to these people who were raped, pregnant, and high on everything.

I wanted to be interesting. Looked upon in any means. I had no idea who the fuck I was.

I tried to be their friend. I went to parties with them and wasted my life away with them.

They fucked me over, and I didn't even realize it.

I felt like them.

I've been where they have been.

Done what they have done.

I hit the lowest point in my life and realized

I

wasn't

happy.

Two years later.

I'm single.

Make great money at a job.

Have few, but great friends.

Been sober for 6 months. And vegan. I'm simple, but unique in MY own way. Creative in MY own means.

I honestly don't need to rely on anyone.

And I am happy.

She called me the other day. She's pregnant with her second child. She is jobless, homeless, alone.

Unhappy.

The other one is lost. Hooked on heroin.

They ask me for help.

I actually pity them.

The ones who I looked up to so highly.

What's crazy is, they don't think they have done anything wrong. They have ACTUALLY convinced themselves that they were normal.

It's pathetic.