Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth.

I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe. But today, if you think that I don't know about depression and emotional pain; you're insane, or you're a fool who hasn't paid attention to a word that I say. In a way, I can't help but feel responsible, I always knew that you were insane with your pain, but I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe.

And I miss your smile. The way your eyes get small when you really smile. Not just a "Ha, I'm smiling for the hell of it" smile. Actual smiles. Those kind of smiles make me feel as if I'm doing something right. A sort of reasurance that I can still make you laugh, make you happy.

And I miss how you flicked your hair. I know that's sad, but it's like a movie hair flick. But you've had a haircut since then.

I don't really miss you, though, I just think I should. Being a big part of my life and all. It's natural that I should miss you. I should miss you, I just don't. The bad in you outweighs the good. Maybe when you can show me that you've grown up, I can show you some sympathy. But, for as long as you're going to make silly mistakes, I can't take your side.