A/N- If you somehow find this and we aren't already talking, (basically if you aren't @Rayne_Or_Shine) please don't try and message me to be my friend. I love my kinda-friend/ supporters who I have responded to in the comments as well. I would love to be friends with all of you, but I can't until I go off to college. My parents have gotten INCREDIBLY MAD at me for making internet friends before, which you can read about here!
Internet friends are a more pure kind of friend than real life friends, in a way.
They probably don't know what you look like,
And you likely met because of common interests.
There is no way for them to know your reputation.
It's purely for meeting new people, or making someone's day (or pedophilia but that's not the kind of internet friend I'm talking about).
I knew a girl named Erica.
She was from Scotland, and was one of the nicest people I had met.
We comforted each other,
And talked about overthrowing governments to bring world peace.
We met because of Twenty Øne Piløts.
I miss her.
Why did we stop talking?
My parents.
They found out while I was in the hospital for a sickness I had.
They made me never message her again.
Erica, if you're reading this,
We'll be friends again in a couple years.
I promise.
Then there's Rayne.
They support me in everything I write,
And I try to do the same for them.
They're incredibly talented and very kind to me.
Whenever I can move out,
I promise we will talk like normal friends.
Thank you to both of you.
You have really restored my faith in the kindness of strangers.
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Sam Glaspy's Poetry
PuisiSam Glaspy's sad and gay poetry about her stupid dumb life. Welcome to hell, loves! WE DID IT Y'ALL- #5 IN SYNESTHESIA AFTER ONLY TEN VOTES THAT REALLY TELLS YOU HOW LITTLE PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT IT BUT IM STILL PROUD OF US!
