Lyra Heartstrings
July 19th, 2012, 07:39 PM
Today, I saw a friend I hadn't seen in a couple weeks. We hung out for about two hours, just being idiots. Hell, we're best friends. That's what we do. I saw her journal. I bit my lip, and asked her if I could read it. She said no. I nodded, but sadly. I knew she was keeping something from me. I told her "I'll tell you everything if you tell me everything." So we sat down, and told each other every secret we've ever had.
I told her about my stupid hatred for myself, how I hate my father..everything. Most of it, nobody knows. Not one person. It felt..good. Someone knows what the hell is wrong with me. She's tried to kill herself..twice. I'm beginning to fall into that. She thinks she's bi..I know how she feels. I did, too. We have..so much in common. It's amazing. I'm..happier, y'know? I have someone to connect with. They get it. She gets it.
It's so amazing what a friend can do. There isn't a question here..it's just a story that I had to get out.
Thanks for reading.
I told her about my stupid hatred for myself, how I hate my father..everything. Most of it, nobody knows. Not one person. It felt..good. Someone knows what the hell is wrong with me. She's tried to kill herself..twice. I'm beginning to fall into that. She thinks she's bi..I know how she feels. I did, too. We have..so much in common. It's amazing. I'm..happier, y'know? I have someone to connect with. They get it. She gets it.
It's so amazing what a friend can do. There isn't a question here..it's just a story that I had to get out.
Thanks for reading.