God Dammit. Wright Gets Sad Again.

Dammit. Just when things were becoming silly and upbeat it goes downhill, yet again. I began my week surprisingly upbeat because I was going home. My home environment has never been positive which sucks, but I was just really glad to get a break from classes, school related stress, and the like.

After I opened up the door to my house, what I witnessed can only be described as utter chaos. It seriously looked like a hurricane hit. It turns out that when I left, the level of violence in my house rose. It has always been very violent, but never destructive (to the property).

My friends weren't much better. All of my friends (to be fair I only really have like 4) quit college and live on my friend's boat. They haven't practiced any hygine at all. They all smell horrible and have really fucked up afros, even my white friends. They all gained about 50 pounds and become completely asexual. It seems since I left, all they do is sit on the boat and smoke pot all day, every day, only leaving to get food or to buy/sell pot. It is incredibly sad to see people reduced to this state, esspecially when they all are really talented. I guess drugs really are bad.

I don't want to see my friend again. I just can't stand they're new life style. I know that I will eventually have to see them again, because I left some DVD's on his boat. Maybe then I'll also have an intervention.

Though it's kind of a backhanded compliment, but my family and friends all went to hell when I left. I guess that makes me kinda like the moral glue that keeps everything from turning to shit. Could that be my purpose in life? To stop things from going to shit? Maybe I should have that intervention...