As the eves of my friends' nineteenth birthdays approach, I am filled with dread. Nineteen of course, is the age in this country where one can legally drink. This signifies my demise, or rather the demise of our friendships. I will be cast aside for a bottle of cheap beer. My friends will drink and they will ignore me. Why? Because I will not. And I cannot put up with those who do. I can't be around them, cannot handle it.
I have tried to be tolerant, mostly as a justification to myself. "Everyone in the world does this, how will you make friends, how will you find love, if you do not become accustomed to this?". But I can't do that anymore. It fills me with rage, with disgust, that people can do this to themselves, claiming it as some sort of recreation. They destroy their bodies and their mind, but why? Are they so useless that they cannot have fun, can't see anything as worthwhile unless they can pump poison into their bodies? In the very least, do they not care about themselves? Do they not care about those around them that are harmed by such behaviour?
Personally, I can hardly find it in me to have respect for someone who so clearly does not respect themselves. And how can one form friendships, relationships, with someone they can hardly even respect? Can one love without respecting? I find that to be a shallow type of friendship.
My body has been compromised to please others for long enough, and now I have realized it's importance. This body is all I have in the world, and if I do not take care of it, who will? What will I have left? They say "Oh, it's just for fun". Tell me how is destroying yourself, your body, your mind, and your dignity, fun? You are human beings, you have such potential, and yet you wrong yourselves.
I see the world with clear eyes, a sober mind, and pure veins. I will not be torn from my path, I will not succumb to their lies.
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