(continued) ever since then, I've tried to talk to him more often, but, words escape me, and I end up saying something completely stupid and unrelated to what I was going to say. So, yeah. That's it.

(continued) my parents.... Anyway. Everyone else said "It's okay." or "I feel so bad for you." (NO THEY DON'T.) Do you want to know what he said? He told me: "I'll be there. You can talk to me about it, alright?" He didn't give me that "It's gonna be okay" crap, instead, he just reassured me that I still had something to hang on to... He gave me a reason to fight insanity. If that makes any sense.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just an illusion, and there's another me in another world, and I'm copying they're exact movements... I also wonder... Are my friends really my friends? I know one of them is, even though he's never admitted it. I call him my best friend (I haven't told him, though) because he was the ONLY ONE that told me the exact words that I wanted to hear during the time when