a girls best friend

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i was always the child who through fits.

but during this time the only thing that made me happy was my best friend, ben.

ben would always be there when i needed him always.

i used to call him little ben, because i had my older brother big ben.

only if he was still around, mayber i wouldnt hate myself as much as i do. 

maybe i wouldnt think life will never get better. 

maybe i wouldnt be depressed and have anxiey attacks.

i wish he was still around, he is and always will be my best friend.

when bens dad died he competly changed.

ben got into drugs and well, he just decided to replace me. 

im no longer needed or wanted in bens life.

since 5th grade, 5th grade was the grad i lost the person who understood me, wanted me needed me to survive. 

he no longer appreacited me or felt the need of my preseance,

i honestly miss my best friend named little ben

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