So Indie, the person, the Inspiration, the caring friend, the...you get the point. She was the person I looked up to. (Even though she was shorter than me) [sorry, that was pretty mean] I thought she was the smartest person in the world! (She was) I loved the things she did. I followed in her path, this is basically why I write. The things she does are so cool. I really wish I could be as good as her. Only in a million years though.
But my inspiration was leaving as she didn't seem to have as many interests.She started thinking about herself negatively and I was just depressed seeing her like that. I really wanted her to be the happiest girl alive, and I ruined it. I didn't really care anymore. I would die for her to be happy. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't a guidance counselor. I was scared. I didn't want her to become some one suicidal. Ok, ok I'm being a little ridiculous right now. Man, I never realized how dark my mind was until now.
{this by the way is the part of the story that is not real because it would be boring because no one wants to hear about my life, and because I need to got my mind out of the gutter every once in a while}
After a couple of days she seemed to be her good old self. I was so happy. Sometimes she makes me so happy I literally just don't know what to do with my life. When she's happy I'm happy. I honestly don't know how I lived all these years without her. ANYhow, she really was the only reason I actually tried in life. I think I already said that but I'm a lazy bitch and I don't feel like changing it.
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Novela JuvenilI'm almost in high school and I have no proper friends. The only friends I have, I won't see very often because of high school... I want to thank Xxspookygracxx for making the cover to my book.
