This project is mainly directed to my friend, but feel free to view the art, something I drew in an hour and 30 minutes. This was all written the day before the end of school, when my mind is still properly working and not fuzzed up. I don’t even know how to start. My friend. Thank you, for being who you are. We’ve known each other for, dang, like 7 years?? You know very well I suck at socializing, especially making friends. I think I have only have like 5 friends?? Man, 4 of them I knew since elementary school. You’re one of them homie. I still remember in 5th grade the excitement I had when I found out that you also did scratch. Not only were you my school friend, but you were also my online friend. Honestly, the only reason I went to school was for one reason. It wasn’t so I can get good grades. It wasn’t so I can graduate and get a good job. It wasn’t because my parents forced me to. No. School was my most favorite place to be. Because you, my friend, was there. Every single day, walking into those doors and seeing you sitting in those bleachers, then just shouting out my name, was one of the best feelings ever. Those silly nicknames you gave me, though I was annoyed, I genuinely loved them. Nicknames are special to people. They definitely were to me. Realizing now that I will no longer have a nickname to be called by is honestly scary. They’re made specially by your dear friends, but now it’s gone. You know, just you being by my side was enough. Just not even talking, just sitting next to you, was amazing. Because I knew I wasn’t alone. I knew I had at least one person by my side. You truly made me feel like myself. You knew I wasn’t normal, but you didn’t care. You supported me all the way. My art, my gender, everything, you supported. With other people, I can barely speak, even look at other people. Sometimes seeing that I could even talk or smile for others was like staring at one of the 7 wonders of the world. But you were always there for me. Even when covid started, we hung out on scratch, and we just chatted away. Not a single care in the world, just you and me, just laughing and being us. Even in my worst, you were still there for me. You do not know how much you meant to me. You were always there. But you can’t be anymore. No one will be. I’ve thought about it for some time, and I realized that losing your friend is worse than breaking up. If you’re heartbroken, your friends will always be there to cheer you up, to make you feel better. When you lose all your friends at once, you don’t have anyone to comfort you, because you’re alone. What exactly makes friends, friends? Are friends for sharing secrets and gossiping? Are friends for hanging out and having fun? Are friends for always being by your side when needed? No one really knows. But for me, I think being friends is the capability to make one smile, one feel like they’re needed and loved. Burger. Thank you, for being my friend. I hope you have a great rest of your life. I hope whatever it is you want, that you chase after it. I hope your smile and laughter never fades away. I’ll see you one day maybe. But, for now, this is my goodbye. Well, a new chapter starts for me now. I just hoped that I would have had one more page for you before this chapter ended. This is the last page it seems. Thank you, for the happiest 7 years of my life. Thank you, for being who you are. Thank you, for everything. Thank you.
