some days I don’t think of you, but when I do.. I miss you terribly. out of the whole family, you’ve never judged me or looked down upon the decisions I’ve made with my life. you’re my best friend and times like this, I really wish you were here, sitting right next, telling me shit how it is. I miss being able to run to your house and just look like shit days on end, doing fucking nothing. Even though you’re an awkward fuck, you’ve still held me in your arms when I couldn’t hold myself up. When boys broke my heart, you reminded me why it’s okay to cry, but be strong and pick myself up again. It always has been us against the world. I spent so much of our childhood wanting to be like you, but I still do because you’re so amazing, don’t know where I would be in this world without you. I don’t have any fucking clue what I’m doing right now, and times like this I wish you weren’t just a phone call away. I feel so lost, so hurt. I want to come home already.