He was my best friend. There was this one night, where we chased each other around his parents house using kisses and silly string as our weapons, and we strung glow sticks all around the bathroom and talked until the water got cold and our toes got pruny but it didn’t matter because we were in love But there was another night, where he took six tabs of acid and stood outside the apartment wearing nothing but his pride and broke a thousand dollars worth of windows with hands that used to hold mine and I really wish it didn’t but it mattered that time He was my best friend. It took them twenty eight stitches and a nightgown to put him back together again but the nurses only weapon was thread not kisses and they simply weren’t taught how to tie together a boy who chose drugs over everything else and his best friend who chose scissors, to cut herself free.

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Soon I move to a new city, where I will know nobody, doing a course where I will know nobody, at a university where I will know nobody. Cool.