My Best Friend

This isn't me; this wasn't supposed to happen to ME. Yea I was the rebel child but only because my parents PUSHED me that way. Andres was ironically the only person who could keep me OUT of trouble and calm me down... now he's an accessory in all of this mess. On the outside I try to be this big strong person that owns up to her mistakes and has moved on; whenever I'm alone though, I can't get the tears to stop. "How could you be so stupid?" is a question I asked myself a lot at first until I realized, I'm only human and we all make mistakes.
The whole time I'm sitting here feeling pity for myself though I never stopped to think about how this affected Dres too...It's his senior year also. Basketball is his way out of this Hell in Paradise; how is he supposed to make it out when he has to trade in his ball for a bottle? It's his job to be the rock, but even the hardest of stones crack under certain pressures. He's still a teen too after all; he likes to chill with his boys till 2 or 3 in the morning just doing stupid shit because it sounds cool at the time. Despite the fact that we were close before this, everything is still bound to change, and we both are afraid of change...