Originally Posted by soph-soph27
(Post 346741)
Not sure what you want me to say- wait- you didn't want anyone to read it? WELL TOO F***ING BAD. I'M YOUR F***ING FRIEND. You may be depressed, but you are still that girl who I met back in 5th grade, that girl who if flipping confident about everything she does, that girl who never flinches on the outside, and then I come here from school and find out that your heart is bleeding inside and you're crying inside the entire time. You're killing me, you're dragging me down with you here, and if I'm gone, I can't try to help, cause even if you don't want help, I'm your F***ING FRIEND, and I can't tell you I know who you feel, but I'm getting this "vibe" that you need everything to just STOP. Just to STOP and not to start again until you're ready? Cause I know that feeling really well. Heather, I can't stand seeing you like this, you were always- you still are the confident one, the one who hides in the girls bathroom when you try to avoid something, the one who I share half my inside jokes with, and the one who I need to be strong, so I can be strong for you. There has never been a time that I can clearly remember that YOU have not helped me. What about the AT? When I missed my dad, you came over to me, hugged me and said: You have friends here, I'm your friend, you're going to be alright Sophia. And I was. Well, look at that. I hope you don't think this is the end of my post, because if you know me from 5th grade, there's more. I'm not sure if you can see this, but sometimes you slip, and I can see the worry behind your face. Usually it's just a normal day and I come home to see you posted on EV, and I worry day and night. But sometimes your game face slips, and that's when I worry more, because you present such a large image, you added so much to me, like a painting without the sunset. I need you.
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