My house used to be the party house. I used to have huge basement parties a few times a month, then every weekend there was one in my room. Massive amounts of people..my "friends". It began to fade off to just a core group of people..my "best friends"..then they all became addicts. They'd come to my house and snort various hard drugs off my toilet seat, they'd smoke my weed, eat my food, pass out where ever, ect. My Ipod got stolen along with my mom's work memory stick. I stopped letting them come over. Now, my weekends are a little bit more dull (I'd rather GO to parties than have them, to be completely honest) BUT all my shit is intact and I found out who my real friends are.


basically, point of my story..
people change, adapt to it and make new friends.

I feel you tho.