the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Pretty brown hair, striking blue eyes. She was my sun. Thought I was her moon.

We spent everyday together.

Her dogs and cats were obsessed with me. Her little brother thought I was the funniest. Her mom treated me nearly like her own. Her dad smoked my first joint with me.

She was my world.

Still, I wasn’t everything to her.

Later I found out, I wasn’t anything.

I get it. Depression is a hard thing to see your best friend go through.

But fuck, you had it too.

We could’ve been the galaxy together.