Empty. Broken. Beautiful.

My Best Friend

I know I always rant about my life my problems. I guess it just kind of makes me feel better. Not just letting my feelings out, but actually identifying them. But right now I just feel like talking about my best friend. My best friend is honestly the best person I know. She’s been so tainted by life’s hardships yet she’s come out from it all one of the best people I know, if not the best. She’s dealt with so much shit from her family and someone like her doesn’t deserve it. Her mom is a fucking idiot for choosing her asshole of a boyfriend over her daughter who constantly fights for her reciprocation of love that her mother doesn’t deserve. Even though she should think about herself while she’s coping, she thinks about other people. Always. Never failing to put her friends before herself. Did I mention she saved my life? When I tried killing myself, she called my her mom who called my parents. We weren’t on good terms at the time, but she dropped everything, stayed on the phone with me so I wouldn’t fall asleep and until my parents could call the police. If she had listened to me and had not called my parents, I would have gone into a coma and possibly died. Another time, when I was shitfaced, she walked over to where I was and took care of me the entire night through my fussing. She’s always there for me, as corny as that sounds. Unconditional. I really want her to know that I love her so much and I honestly have know idea who or where I would be right now in life without her. I was so affected by us taking a break from our friendship for that very reason. She’s one of the largest parts of my life and without her I’d be a lot less of myself. She’s a beautiful person, inside and out and she has no reason to be insecure. I really hope you know that, Jamma. You’re not just my best friend, you’re a part of who I am as a person. You’re my mentor, my hero, and my non-related sister. So I wanted to let you know that. And to say thanks. For everything.