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To my "best friend"... [V E N T]
8 years ago
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I always thought you were my best friend. A person who I could always cont on, and would always be by my side, either to slap me and tell me to get my shit together, or to slow down and breath, because I would always be there to be your rock if you needed it, because that's what friends are for. Or at least, that's what I thought they were for.
Everytime you needed me, I was there, ready to lend you a shoulder to cry on, a couple of kind words or an advice.
Everytime you had a problem at home, and you were upset, I would always tell you how much you were worth.
When you finally moved out of your home, I was there to cheer for your side. And I did the same when you couldn't afford to live alone anymore.
When you and your boyfriend got mugged and he got hurt, I was there for you; asking how was he, even if he didn't liked me that much, and to ask you how you were doing, because I was always worried about your healt. And you told me how "Nobody else asked about how you were doing". But I cared about you.
Whenever you'd get worried about your art looking like shit, I'd always be there for you, to try and give you a small slap and make you see how good you are.
Just last week, when you told me why you had to move back to your parent's place, and how stressed out you were, all I did was show you unconditional support; in your words "You're a great shoulder to cry on, thank you".
And whenever you'd think you were a bother for telling me your problems, I would always tell you to stop, that you would never be a bother to me, because you were my best friend. Because being there for each other is what best friends are for.
Every laugh, every time we would do those dumb inside jokes, every time I sent you a stupid pun, every time I told you I loved you like a friend, like a sister.... They were all legit. You always meant the world to me.
But I needed you once to be a shoulder to cry on, to be there for me, and you ditched me without even telling me. I had to find out all by myself how you blocked me on Facebook and Twitter. I had to gut by myself the fact that my best friend left me alone, without even an explanation. And you wouldn't even hear me trying to apologize and get you to talk to me again. That's how much you meant.
This might be pointless, you might not gonna read this ever at all. But all I wanna tell you is that, if your first instinct after seeing your so called "best friend" depressed and suicidal was to think "This isn't good for me" and turn your back on him to run away, I say you should think twice about who was using who.
Everytime you needed me, I was there, ready to lend you a shoulder to cry on, a couple of kind words or an advice.
Everytime you had a problem at home, and you were upset, I would always tell you how much you were worth.
When you finally moved out of your home, I was there to cheer for your side. And I did the same when you couldn't afford to live alone anymore.
When you and your boyfriend got mugged and he got hurt, I was there for you; asking how was he, even if he didn't liked me that much, and to ask you how you were doing, because I was always worried about your healt. And you told me how "Nobody else asked about how you were doing". But I cared about you.
Whenever you'd get worried about your art looking like shit, I'd always be there for you, to try and give you a small slap and make you see how good you are.
Just last week, when you told me why you had to move back to your parent's place, and how stressed out you were, all I did was show you unconditional support; in your words "You're a great shoulder to cry on, thank you".
And whenever you'd think you were a bother for telling me your problems, I would always tell you to stop, that you would never be a bother to me, because you were my best friend. Because being there for each other is what best friends are for.
Every laugh, every time we would do those dumb inside jokes, every time I sent you a stupid pun, every time I told you I loved you like a friend, like a sister.... They were all legit. You always meant the world to me.
But I needed you once to be a shoulder to cry on, to be there for me, and you ditched me without even telling me. I had to find out all by myself how you blocked me on Facebook and Twitter. I had to gut by myself the fact that my best friend left me alone, without even an explanation. And you wouldn't even hear me trying to apologize and get you to talk to me again. That's how much you meant.
This might be pointless, you might not gonna read this ever at all. But all I wanna tell you is that, if your first instinct after seeing your so called "best friend" depressed and suicidal was to think "This isn't good for me" and turn your back on him to run away, I say you should think twice about who was using who.
