i said a swear once and next thing you know i was doing meth
I thought that was just me…
— Gautama Buddha (via kushandwizdom)
Once upon a time, there were two people. They had known each other for a long time and basically were the best of friends that there could ever be. They spent all of their time together and neither of them would have it any other way. One day homeboy and homegirl decided that they really liked each other. The next three months were like a fairytale. The two were still the best of friends and could tell each other anything. One night they were having a little bonfire in the woods with a group of their friends. The two homies snuck off into the woods for some “alone time.” There were many times like these. But one day, homeboy disappeared. Nowhere to be found. Homegirl just wanted to know why? They were having so much fun! Why would he just fall off of the map? What was his reasoning behind his actions? Didn’t he love her? Homegirl never found the true answers to any of these questions. And the two best friends never talked again. The end.