I don't know what happened... And I am extremely sorry that I couldn't be there to help... But please if you are looking back to this know I am TRULY thankful to know you as a wattpadder, a person, and a friend. I really do hope to talk to you once more and hold your trust once more too.
There are a lot of things I really hope to say, especially sorry... I never truly knew how hard you've suffered, through the torture of depression, and always thought little of how it scarred you. But now I do; I know the feeling of self hatred, unworthiness, needing for help, for a shoulder. I've wanted to suicide a multiple of times, and through those days I remembered how I've looked down on you whenever you wanted so too... Now I want to show you how shameful I am to not put myself on your shoes enough, and how you truly meant to me through MY dark days.
...I want to help Desiree. You may not remember me but I truly will never forget such a lovely and amazing girl you are. I believe in you. No sand dropping in a hour glass can truly change your beautiful heart. And no day can stop me from wanting to be there for you.
Because you are my friend. A best friend, you may call it. I've grown from the past 1-2 years to truly understand what you meant when you described life to be hard, and giving up may be the only answer. But... I also learned that there are ways to love on your own life... To pursue your dreams for a better. And I want to tell you all about it. That life is so meaningful and subliminal if you make it so. An example? Meeting people who listen and laugh with you... Like you did to me. Truly I want to tell you so much, as I am willing to listen to your life over the past 1-2 years.
I am always with you no matter what Desiree. Fighting (korean for good luck)!
