Let me show you something.

I've cut before. 

I've pulled hair out crying on the floor wanting to die.

I've been dealing with depression for years.

I've had multiple panic attacks.

And you know what the best part about it all is? I'm still here. I'm still fucking fighting. I'm still dealing with the pressure of growing up, and growing out. I'm being somebody when deep down I feel like a nobody. Assume stuff. Go ahead. Jump to conclusions and judge me like some empty soul. I'm not gunna kiss your ass and chase after you on Skype. I have shit to deal with too you insane. Fucking. Asshole. I used to care so much about what people thought, I'd spill out the things I'm going through. I'd tell everyone that my dog had surgery, my grandma may die soon, my dad may get ammonia for the 3rd time after almost dieing the 1st time, that my boyfriend will miss my birthday and that I'll rarely get to talk to him for  AT LEAST 4 years. 

Quit kissing your own ass, and trying to make others too. Let me tell you something. and I have known each other for years. We've been through HELL. We had fights. We had wondered  if we were going to be friends after all. But you know what makes us so fucking close without screaming at one another like two boys in a play pin? Trying. Not letting negative thoughts take us over. Putting effort into our friendship. That's what its about. Quit fucking looking at what others say a friend ship is, and make your own. I've never met Juriia, and I'd fucking die for her. People aren't perfect, and you can't make them out to be that way. 

If someone calls you an asshole, calls you selfish, calls you worthless, just flip them off and say "I'm better than that, and you."