(no subject)
When you were my age, you leaned on me pretty heavily, and I didn't really mind, because you were going through some horrifying things and you made it clear to me that I was helping you through and that you'd do the same for me and it was right and appropriate to trust you and treat you as the best friend you claimed to be; now I'm going through the same horrifying shit you had to deal with then, and because I trusted you to be there for me, because I believed you when you said you cared about me and would always stick around and the fears I had would never be realized, I'm dealing with it alone; you're not here.