I have friends. I do. But they're the kind of friends that therapists would call unhealthy, and a lot of people would laugh at for having. Do I care? No. My friends, my best friends, the ones I trust and talk to...are online.
I don't really know what to say about them, except that they are, without a doubt, the most important things in my life. They listen, they understand. They offer advice. They don't ignore me.
The first person I met that I could talk to, I met online about four years ago. She talked to me, and she listened. She cared. She even helped me to not make what would have been the biggest, and last, mistake of my life. We had a couple bad arguments, but we always made up. We were best friends, and we told each other everything. As of late, we've drifted apart, much to my dismay, but that hasn't lessened my caring for her at all. See, she taught me one of the most important lessons in my life: No matter how alone I seem to be...there's always someone, somewhere, who cares about me. Who will miss me. Someone who will laugh with me, cry with me, and cry over me. Someone who loves me and will never forget me.
The friends I have now, I would truly do anything for if it meant making them happier...however, I have also hurt them. I have been too headstrong at times. Too selfish. But they've forgiven me...they've always told me it would be okay. They were the first ones to tell me they had faith in me. Maybe not the first ones to have faith, but the first ones to tell me. They encouraged me, and helped me, through everything I did. They never ignored me. They never laughed. There's no substitute for that kind of friendship.
My friends...whether I show you this site, or you find it somehow...you know who you are. I want to thank you for everything, apologize for my mistakes, and tell you all that I love you.
