Here's to the friends who will drop anything to be there when I need them.
Here's to the friends who sit with the intent to listen,
not to speak.
Here's to the friends who fill my head with constant laughter instead of cold silence or harsh words.
Here's to the friends who know how terrible a home can be so they take me in whenever I need.
Here's to the friends who tell me right away if I've done something wrong.
Here's to the friends who know how to communicate.
Here's to the friends that watch The Golden Girls with me and don't ask me to change the channel because they know I've never had a grandmother of my own.
Here's to the friends who don't cancel plans because they get a better offer.
Here's to the friends who keep me going and child like while the world is growing into a cold adult.
Here's to the friends that dream with me and talk as if they will be a reality some day.
Here's to the friends that miss me when I'm gone.
Here's to the friends that understand my love for Shay Mitchell.
Here's to the friends who call me a ******* but join in on the fun anyway.
Here's to the spontaneous road trips,
the unplanned adventures,
the nights with too much alcohol,
and too little food.
Here's to the friends who come over to watch football even though they don't like it but they know you do.
Here's to the friends who don't exclude you on family days but invite you along because you are family.
Here's to the friends who kick my *** when they find a razor in my room because if I want to feel pain they might as well get some fun out of it all.
Here's to the friends that say I'm sorry and mean it.
Here's to the friends that tell me it will be okay and mean it.
Here's to the friends that say I love you and mean it.

When someone else's happiness is your happiness..
That is love.
Even when they do or say things that make your stomach turn.
When their skin is stained by other peoples finger prints.
When their eyes light up at a smile that isn't yours,
But you smile anyway..
That is love.
You're allowed to feel sick to your stomach,
You're allowed to bite your lip to keep from crying.
You're allowed to be sad in your room alone.
But if you still make an effort..
Still put a smiley face at the the end of a text that says you're happy they found someone new,
or still come to them when they need you..
That is love.

Somedays,
I forget that your first name
is not
Perfection.

I wore a razor on my wrist last night,
it told me of the time.
I read it like any watch,
based on all the lines.
At four o'clock comes loneliness,
that frustrating little fiend.
At nine o'clock comes guilt,
when I can't say I'm seven months clean.
At eleven o'clock comes depression,
it hits me like a gun.
At one o'clock comes fear,
all I want to do is run.
I wear it everyday,
hiding it under my sleeve.
Put a smile on my face
so everyone believes.
Even my best friend can tell I'm getting bad.
She just likes to turn away and believe the sound of my laugh.
Don't worry darling,
I won't bring you drown.
Just don't sit at my grave and weep
when I've finally decided to drown.