The Three

Steven.

Dear Journal (or whatever you are),

Let's talk about love. What do I think love is...? Absolute shit, that's what it is. I mean, look at it; you "fall in love" then someone else comes along or you become disinterested in your "significant other" and then the love has died. Poof! Gone...forever. It happens all the time and I'm sick of it. Which is why I've been single for more than two years now (two years, three months, and seven days to be exact). Single is the life, you know? You don't have to worry about anyone cheating on you or dumping you, or any shit like that. It's amazing. I wish everyone saw it the way that I do.

My last relationship lasted a year and seven months. We were a happy couple. The talk of the school. Everyone loved us. The feeling was great. We held hands in the hallway, kissed every chance we got. We were inseparable. That is until she decided she wanted to do drugs. And I don't mean weed or popping pills...I'm talking about meth, speed, heroine, cocaine, etc. I tried my hardest to deal with it. Relationships have flaws, so what? You'll learn to love them, right? No. Not exactly. See, Heather, the druggie, was coming to school pumped on heroine, leaving school snorting cocaine, and going home to cook meth. I got tired of it so I said something to her.

"Umm...Heather. Can we talk?" I said.

"Sure, but fuck me first," she said.

"Heather. No. You need to stop doing the drugs. Can't you see what it's doing to you?" I said as I tried to be nice, but she was pushing the limits.

"The drugs? What's wrong with them? They've obviously made me into a better person," she said, snorting cocaine while trying to talk.

"Okay. That's it. I'm done. Bye. Have fun with the rest of the useless druggies," I said as I turned away, leaving her garage. Her parents weren't home, and weren't going to be home for another week.

As I started walking she tried to run after me, but she passed out half way through her drive way. Now the nice thing to do was run towards her and see if she was okay. Haha. No. Not happening. She brought this upon herself so you know what? Fuck that bitch. She deserved it. I could see she was still breathing so I just left her there. She was gonna wake up eventually.

The next day at school I heard everyone talking about Heather.

"Oh my god. Is she okay?"

"Was anybody home?"

"Such a tragedy!"

"Which hospital is she in?"

Everyone was so worried. Everyone except me at least. I knew she did the drugs. I tried to stop her many times before, but she didn't listen.

Wow. I got off topic pretty quick. Funny how drugs can ruin relationships for a person. Not just one relationship, but ALL relationships. Relationships are overrated.

I've been in many relationships before Heather but they didn't mean shit. They were just petty middle school relationships. The type of relationships where a boy would pass a note to a girl saying, "I like you. Do you like me? Check 'yes' or 'no'", and the girl would always check yes because she would get attention from someone other than her parents. Kind of pathetic if you ask me. These middle schoolers walk around thinking they know everything about love, sex, alcohol, drugs, etc. when in reality they don't know shit. It's pathetic but funny at the same time. Okay. I got to get ready for school. See ya.

-Steven