RememberURememberMe
Description
I know, I used this to joke around. I made this for you, the people I call my 'friends'. I love you, if it comes to it. I may never see you again. I don't want this to happen however, as I might've explained. I fear that our friendship will be cut off in a short amount of time. I mean, with my brother already talking to girls online. It's caused my parents to become suspicious of me. I used to be able to go on social media and text but, now I've had to become more secretive. I don't want to get you screwed up, I become friends online because, it's easier. I wish I could talk to you all forever, It's in my daydreams. That one day, when we're all 20-something-years old we'd finally meet up. I don't know how. It's impossible. I mean, maybe fate could lead us together. I hope so. I learned though that, fate doesn't always do miracles. This might be the last thing you see of me. I want you to know, if that is the case. I might not say it much, but I appreciate you so, so much. I'd be judged by my 'real friends' and I wouldn't care. I know, behind the screen, you could be 50-year-olds. I took that risk. I don't regret it, after all, we won't be meeting any time soon. I'll miss you, if this is the last you see of me.
Foreword
"If we live under the same sky, we might meet one day."
Because they are there, I must speak to them. If they are here, they are my friends. If they are able to touch me, they are my friends. If I meet someone that screws me up, they're a 'bad person in a whole bunch' if I meet someone that makes me genuinely happy yet, can't touch me, they're 'trying to hurt me. Don't trust them. Dont do this.' . . . I've went through going to long, dreadful days of seeing my 'real friends' huddle together and walk away from me. I've seen them say hateful and discriminatory things against what I identify as. 'Lesbian.' or 'You're not actually.. In love with girls, right?' I want to be truthful but, I want to live through the end of this year. I don't want to have to die from the hateful things I'd face if i told them. They already don't like me. I noticed you were talking to me more often, I thought I was finally making a friend. Then, your ulterior motives come out. "What do you think of _____?" or "Are you friends with ______?" too many to count. These are only the ones that they've asked me directly. I want to know, what they were talking about that they huddled and moved away from me for. I want to know why, when I was almost in tears considering going in the bathroom and finding SOMETHING to end my life with.. You said 'This is a private conversation.' then stared at me until I got far away enough for me to not hear you. Now, are these supposed to be my 'real friends' because they can TOUCH me? You'd consider these people 'one out of a thousand.' You'd tell me there's 'so much more people.' Yet, when someone makes me want to live, get out of bed, survive.. They're 'creeps' and 'dangerous'. I know, you might never understand why I value them so much. I just do. It's hard to understand. I just love them.
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