Everyone's Best Friend, And Yet The Friend Of No One In Return...

I can not say that I have no friends, but I do not have a best-friend. I used to have one a lifetime ago, and I miss him more as each year passes. He understood me like no other. All of my life there have only been three people that ever got me, my Daddy, my aunt, and him. Then again I am a hard person to get.

I want a best friend that can look beyond the me everyone else see's, and grasp the me I really am. I am moody, tempremental, sarcastic, witty, and ponder things on a deeper level. 99% of the time I am viewed as a cold, and emotionless person. I find this humerous because under the surface I am a mass of free-flowing emotions. If anything I love too quickly and deeply. This is why I hide behind my walls.

I pray each night that someone, anyone will find me here, and be there for me. If you were to ask my "friends" or family, they would tell you what a rock I am. I am the go-to person. They need me to be strong, and certain so that they can feed off of that strength. I lift them up, dust them off, and place them safely back on their feet. They never seem to notice that I am lying there crumbled up and empty inside, wondering how much longer I can keep it up.

So, yes I wish I had a best friend. One person who wanted to be here for me, and asked nothing in return.