Page 645 - Friends

My entire life is a lie.

Every day I wake up with a fake smile and a mask plastered on.

My parents have no idea that I am depressed, only a few of my friends know, but I never talk about it.

Last night I gathered the strength to talk to a friend about how hopeless I felt.

Thank you for being there.

We were best friends.

You stood up for me when he called me fat and ugly. You were there for me when I was crying my eyes out.

We dated for 4 months, and now you've forgotten about me.

I want you back in my life. I'm in a relationship, but honestly, I'm not sure anymore.

I think I may still love you.

I'm afraid my already skinny friend has an eating disorder.

I know I need to help her.

I've tried, and am trying still.

I wish she would realize she's beautiful.

My best friend in the entire world is depressed, and writes on the bathroom stalls.

She wrote, "give me reasons not to kill myself". So I went in and wrote, "you're amazing" in a different handwriting.

Then she wrote, "You don't know who I am." Yes, I do Amy.

You're amazing. Why can't you see that?

I recently 're-met' a girl I knew from years ago.

She's beautiful. I liked other girls, but I never talked to them.

I told her I like her, I asked her out. She said no.

I always try to be there and it hurts like nothing else when she tells me about her boyfriends.

I can't stop like-no, loving her.