To My Friends
You know, I started typing up a really bitchy message just now. I stopped the second I thought I might offend any of my friends who may or may not read this. But I can’t. Because though they aren’t always there, or understanding or prepared for me, I still love them. My body won’t allow me to express it even in the simplest of words, but for this blank piece of paper, my fingers can muster the letters. Sometimes I just wish I had them closer to me so that all the others who hurt me, who leave me, who just don’t, won’t or will not even attempt to understand or even get to know me, wouldn’t hurt so much. I don’t really need a support group, I need the support of you guys. I am so emotionally blocked that I may never be able to repay you. I have listened, I have sympathized, I have tried to understand everything you have told me. Just do me those, in return. It would help a lot right now.