Today is my birthday. I turn 14 today. You'd think I'd be happy right? I'm not and I don't think I will be. I'm depressed. Always depressed. I'm sad mainly because my friend is not okay, and neither is her friend. I want to help but I don't know how, so I hope for the best that I'm doing it right. I miss seeing her in person. Even when I did, we barely interacted. I'm not okay, but talking to this one friend makes things better.
I love her.
So much.
I want to hug her.
I want to protect her.
I want to kiss her.
I love her.
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Story of My Life
DiversosIt's either blog updates or my original short stories. Never quite know which, though.
