You know what just dawned on me? I'm the only one left out of the old "Three Drugateers" that was my old bestfriend group from back then.

That was the nickname for our little group. There was three of us now there is only one and that's me. Everyone else died. One died from drugs the other killed himself a few years back. If we zoom out further and look at the entire tribe I ran with back then I'm one of very few left. So many people gone but I'm still here. I'm one of the oldest too. Everyone was was born in 69 or 70/71. For some reason I'm still here but everyone else isn't and I was one of if not the worst offender. I just don't understand why it wasn't me? Survivors guilt I guess but why not me? Why them?