entry 8: high

dear diary,

i don't believe in doing something solely because you're not supposed to do it.

but others do. people drink and smoke and cut, not just for the affect, but for the thrill of danger. and that doesn't make sense to me.

there are people out there whose lives suck. and even though i'm against it, i guess there is nothing wrong if they turn to alcohol or drugs to give them that little ounce of joy because maybe that little piece is the only thing that holds them together. sure, it might kill them. but without it, they might die too. these are people with a reason.

if one day i ever hit rock bottom, perhaps my views will change. but see, my life doesn't suck. my life is pretty much awesome. i have friends and i have family. they're not perfect, but who is these days? although there are many more that i want, i could live with what i have right now. and that's why i'll never join in on the crack parties. i'm so happy and high on life naturally, i don't need to get any higher. i'm already in the skies. (not because i'm a sissy.)

i know people with fake smiles. i'm quite the opposite. i'm only have fake frowns. :)

love,
yasmine