Fuck all of you and your popular drugs,

You all say that the trip is what made you,

That the acid on your tongue and the coke in your nose created this amazing person that,

You.

Are.

Every week I have to sit and cringe while you tell me the story of the day about the party of the week and,

It.

Kills.

Me.

No matter how much I keep begging you to get sober,

To unroll that coke laced dollar bill that you

Just,

Snorted with.

You just keep going.

More Alcohol!

More drugs!

And I.

Cant.

Take.

It.

So fuck all of you and your crazy beautiful selves because I'd rather have real friends than a fistful of white powder any day.