here i sit cigarette in hand best friend across from me and my brain going a million miles an hour
she’s great, my friend she always listens, and not the kind of listen that most people would lend you but the kind that lets you know she’s really in it she retains and recalls details
see this is so important to me because I ALSO do that not to mention the very hint of someone not fully engaging with me sends razor blades down my spine it causes some secret trap door in my stomach to swing open full force and empty the tiny bit of courage i had to speak in the first place
but she’s so good at making me feel heard she truly cares about the opinions i have to offer, however many billions of them there may be and she gets interested in my ideas so much that we began to create them together and did i mention that this chick realllllly digs with whatever i have to say, regardless of how fast my words may be spilling, or the frequent pauses to hit the blunt
i once told her that our friendship may not last due to my borderline personality disorder, but she was always going to be a soulmate of mine due to our spiritual connection and she spent the next two weeks researching the illness no one has ever shown so much care for me so much interest such understanding
i’m laying down now my cigarette is done my best friend is still here and that’s all i could ever ask for
i do love my best friend. she has held it down regardless of the **** i throw at her. she is one of the realest and i have never gotten anything but positive vibes from her.