Rendezvous

10 February 04 : 05.08 PM

"You do drugs, don't you?" I asked, in a tone that was obviously disgust and irritation.

"Yeah." He said, impassively.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with your life?"

"Don't use the word fuck on me."

"You haven't answered me."

Silence.

"You're wasting money, you're wasting your life. You're like a total disgrace to your parents, so why don't you just go kill yourself." I told him.

"Don't preach to me like you know what you're doing yourself. You'd take drugs too if you hadn't promised...whoever you've promised."

"Fuck, I'm not stupid. I would never."

"I told you to fucking stop using the word fuck!" He raised his voice.

"You're nobody to me, I don't have to listen to you."

Silence again.

"Fuck you." He said.

I admit, I was hurt. "Fuck yourself." I told him, and hung up.