J, I’m proud of you.
I’m proud that you’re still here.
I’m proud that you rest on something that isn’t the bottom of a coffin.
I’m proud that you made it to fifteen.
I’m proud that you’re still trying to live.
I’m proud that you’re trying.
I’m proud that you’re alive.
I’m proud that you convinced me to stay alive.
I’m proud that you didn’t just blocked me when I started that stupid rp to give me something to distract myself from everything that was happening to me at the time.
I’m proud that you were able to find two people that will also care and love you as much as you deserve.
I’m proud that you were strong enough to listen to the people telling you to stay.
I’m proud that you’re still my friend.
I’m proud of that even if we don’t talk as much as we used to, you still care about me as much as before.
I’m proud of you still being the wonderful, beautiful, and complicated person I see as my little sister.
I’m proud of you.
I’m proud of YOU.