the whore looks to get drunk every night because she craves guys
and craves the burn of alcohol in her stomach.
she doesn't care about anything but getting as trashed as possible
and looking cool infront of her new and old friends.
she wants people to like her. she wants them to know how confident she is.
she wants them to know her secrets. she wants to fit in. she wants to get fucked.
the whore tries so hard that she succeeds, but no one knows really knows her.
she gets so bad that when that time of year comes
to be serious, she can't concentrate. she's stuck in her ways.
she wants to go out. she wants to have fun but she's being held back.
she hates it. what does she do? she gets depressed. she doesn't know what to do.
her friends are still around, but she can't be with them all the time.
she finally has time to think about herself. she finally stops drinking every day.
the girl finally realizes that her life isn't worth it.
so she tries to change it with some new faces and some old.
some old routines, but not as much. and a lot of new
routines to make her get her head on straight again.
she feels even more confident than ever, but doesn't flaunt it.
the girl barely lets anyone bring her down. she's so optomistic.
her friends are great. they love her for this new person
she is, even though they may not know the struggle she's gone through
to become this new person. the girl feels at ease. she doesn't mind being on a leash.
she loves not getting drunk every day and every weekend. she feels healthier.
she feels healthier in mind and spirit. things seem right.
but do they really seem right, or is she just proud? she barely ever sees her friends anymore.
when she does, it's always a new story about how fucked up something is.
these people she's friends with are getting themselves into trouble.
they're ruining their own lives and they don't know who to blame because they've
never had the guts to blame themselves like she did. who's to blame?
they won't ever figure it out. so it goes on and on, left and right, back and forth.
the wreck gets down on herself. she's dragged into people's dramatic lives
and breaks down. she doesn't want to be involved, but she cares too much.
she can't concentrate on anything anymore. she tries to be good,
but she needs help. she gets help, but it still does not help whatsoever.
the wreck tries to remain calm, but it feels like it's not worth it.
she doesn't understand why her friends do this to themselves,
she can't imagine going through her old phase again after coming all this way.
but there's nothing she can do. back when ther and her friends were close,
she wouldn't listen to any outsiders' concern or advice.
she had to figure it out for herself. what is she supposed to do now?
she digs the needle deeper into her skin until it burns.
she makes more slashes down her arm on fresh skin because she misses that burn,
she wants to burn again.
she bleeds.
the whore had to discover the girl who turned into a wreck.