heresy2007

It's amazing, those moments where you realise that a style of life passed you by (or you passed it)...
the older I get the more real things seem to be.
less playfull then when I was a teenager, and with more consequences.

the town i grew up in is going through a boom. with the boom came a lot more drugs then normal, and it was always a drug heavy town. my roomate and i left for a reason, we had to, the town was killing us, it was killing our friends (in the metaphorical sense).

last night when i got dropped off from work i knew something was wrong. she was on the porch, home an hour early, and reading the 'city/region' section of the paper. let's just say that never happens... three stairs later she was crying, and in my arms, telling me about what happened...

Her and I both had to run away,
we did it in different ways,
but we both fled.

now the largest part of our pasts next to our families really fucking caught up with us. last night her ex-fiance's brother (ie her older brother because they were together for 6 years)was killed in a meth related murder. he's the uncle of my old best friend's nephew, and their all intertangled in this cluster fuck of drugs, dispair, and now murder. Last year it was the 'death' of an infant child of one of my friends (which we also found out last night). now this,

our history, our little daydream of our childhood went to shit last night.
especially my roomates.....

such a major fascet of both of our lives has been dominated by Meth, and i've never even fucking done it! I hate the drug, hate it to the core, all it does is destroy everything it touches!