i don't know if you would fight for me like you have for your other friends. we don't talk like we used to, sure we still share lots but 'lots' isn't 'everything' like i wish it was again. going to mackillop was the best thing i did because i met you. year seven was the worst and the best year of my life. a lot of bad shit happened at that school but i had you by my side every single day through it. you're the only one who has seen me at my best and my worst. the day i burst into tears when you and her became friends again was the most honest i've been with you in nearlly two years. i fucking love you and when i said 'bffl' i meant it and i still do.
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