At what point do you realise that you can no longer call someone a friend? Is it when it dawns on you that you no longer have much in common? Or when you realise that you have drifted so far apart that you have turned into two completely different people, with different ideas on how to have a good time. Is it time to call it a day when she downs her body weight in Sambuca, jumps on the nearest thing with a penis & then trys to get involved in a fight. Perhaps its when she expects you to be the one to drag her semi-conscious, intoxicated body into a taxi after a night of irresponsible drinking on her part & that you do it, but only begrudgingly. Or maybe its when it strikes you that she is only going to turn into her mother who encourages you to go out when you are underage and then asks her daughter if shes had a good night as she is throwing up the entire contents of her stomach in the bathroom sink. Is it when you can justify borrowing money from her purse for your train fare home in the morning before she wakes up knowing full well that she is not going to have memory of how much she spent the previous night.
Hmm. . .I think I've made my choice anyway.
Thought of the day: "In matters of no consequence swim with the current but in matters of principal stand like a rock."
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