When the person that's meant to be my best friend,
The girl i first considered a sister that god forgot to gift me,
My protector,
my safety blanket for anxiety — the person who actually brought out the good in me and proved to me that my depression doesn't control me and that i can finally be happy again and be at peace with myself — looked me in the eye and said
"you are capable of nothing"
"you dont have that level of intelligence"
"you're hair looks like a raddish"
"you are such a PSYCO"
"you are nothing to me and you never were"
From that moment on,
...
I knew that I was no longer looking into the eyes of my best friend but the ones of a stranger.
