I was at this point in my life where I had friendship issues.
My "friends" were talking crap about me behind my back, spreading fake rumours, just.... making my self-esteem drop lower and lower.
I was even considering suicide.
But I continued living, because I know that I would be able to see his joyful face twice every week and I'll be able to experience his happiness and positivity and laughter for 1 and a half hours straight for two times a week.
I continued living, because I know that I will always have people like my amazingly supportive friends like Zach and Ben beside me. Even though they're boys, they still manage to cheer me up after a hard day of my tormenting "friends".
I continued living, because I know that I am not alone.
Continuing to live was easier to say than do.
Multiple times I've thought about running away from home or committing suicide. I stopped myself before I could do it, just for the sake of seeing Xavier's face again.
You might say this story is cheesy, but it is completely true.
Zach and Ben were there when I needed them. I thank them for that.
All of my other "friends" just kept pushing me away, and making up stupid excuses on why they did it.
Like, how they say I act like an immature three-year-old or how they don't like my positivity and the way I express in a loud voice.
At that time, I completely gave up.
Completely and utterly.
