I have this friend, let’s call her Brooke. Brooke was my best friend in kindergarten and all throughout elementary school. When middle school arrived, we’ve slowly started to drift apart. It’s eighth grade now and we’re friends, but not like before. I regret everything, all our fights and misunderstandings, the judging behind each other’s backs and the backstabbing things we’d do. All I want is to be there for her and be her friend, but I feel like it’s too late.
Brooke has cut, she’s cried, she’s been heartbroken, and hurt in many ways. Similar to me. And because these things happen to me, it’s why […]