We knew nothing about each other.
We were strangers.
He followed me.
I did the same.
I messaged him.
He did the same.
A comment on my story.
And that's how we got to know each other.
We both have secrets we shared.
Everything was great.
We were best friends.
Until I showed him my picture.
Yes I was nervous.
Then I was uncomfortable.
He said I looked young.
What else are you going to expect from a 14 year old girl.
I was sad.
Really pissed.
I ignored him.
Rude replies.
I was a bitch to him.
And I didn't fall asleep that night.
I cried thinking how ugly I am.
I followed him on twitter.
He followed back.
He instantly knew who I was.
I searched him up on Google.
Found his blog.
I read it and felt guilty.
He went through so much pain and loneliness.
More then me.
I was really sad when I read the things that happened to him.
I couldn't bare it anymore.
And I broke down.
Now I realise the secrets and pain behind that person.
That person.
Who was a stranger to me.
And now he's someone.
Someone who I call a best friend.
He's part of my life.
He means something to me.
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HorrorI sometimes feel like nobody cares about me. And guess what? It's true. Nobody really does, right now you're probably like 'Aw, but I do!' But really you don't. Nobody knows the real me, online I'm just someone fake, trying to impress people. B...
