the former best friend called. she wanted to know why i hadn't talked to her in three months. i told her i had a lot of stuff going on. i didn't have the heart to tell her that her whole screwed up existance makes me want to kill myself.
apparently, her family has disowned her because she is living with her boyfriend. she broke into her sister's house to get some clothes and is facing burglary charges. she was in jail for a week and most likely is going to be in jail for the next six months if the charges go through.
when she called, she was babysitting at her weed-dealer's house. when i asked where she was living, she spat defensively, "what, am i on a tape recorder or something?" she had this tone in her voice, this timbre that suggested she just didn't give a damn if she was only sixteen and going to jail. i mean, she was my best friend. and she has no one now.
