I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box —{ Meme }—

          Dear Best Friend,

     Right now, you are nothing more than a book. Though I suppose that makes me sound pretty lonely. Go figure. One of these days I’m going to find someone I can indulge my love of books with, someone who can just… take me for me. It’s funny how I fit the stereotype: a nerd with no friends. Still, I’m going to get there someday. I was fortunate to go through my life without bullies just because I knew how to handle a syringe. I think, if I had a best friend, I would be able to tell them everything that goes on through my head. I’m nice, right? I try to be. Sometimes I wonder if I should just drop that whole attitude and become truly cynical. Then again, where would that get me? Being nice will get me friends in the future, like the person that should be reading this letter. I did have a best friend once. He was really nice, you know. A little young, but I couldn’t help myself, there was just so much going on and I happened to find myself following him everywhere. He died right before my eyes. I froze. It was like I didn’t know what to do with myself. I relapsed. Y’know, I always wanted to cut myself. The wrists were too easy to see and find out, so when I was alone I’d go into the bathroom with a steak knife and carve lines in my thighs. It looked so… so strange. Lines. Lines upon horizontal lines of red. Crimson. I would hope that with a best friend like you I’d be able to stop myself. There is no one to stop me right now. He’s gone, and you don’t exist.

                                     i wish you existed.

                                                                                                Formally,


                                                                                                           Eric B.