I have become what i never thought i would.
The lowest of low.
The pit of horrible, unthinkable things.
I have wronged my friend, my friend who was always there for me.My rock, my home.
What have i done? I’m no better than the skanks which we see on the street, stealing men and wreaking havoc on the lives of good people. I wasn’t thinking right, with the pulse of alcohol running through my blood.
The evilness of dirty thoughts breathing through my lungs. I couldn’t even stop to think about what i was doing. I couldn’t even stop to think, this is my friend I’m hurting.