It’s hard being beautiful, I know. You have nice eyes and soft perfect skin. It’s hard to deal with people’s obsession with you, and you’re always wondering how you can meet their demands. She loved you more than you could ever give and it hurt you to let her go. She made you feel guilty, she felt used, but don’t you feel used to? She is beautiful as well, she has the world at her feet, and all she ever did was scream at you. Her lack of confidence was her blunder, and she plighted you. I know I’m just your friend and I won’t truly understand how you are feeling. I can’t make much of my own feelings myself. But last night you cried on my floor and I gave you my pillow and my blanket. The most I could do was hold you and cry too. There’s nothing like holding your best friend in the palm of your hand. And I guess that’s what friends do. They don’t say much, but they are here for you. I just hope the next girl you meet isn’t as bat shit crazy as she was. You deserve someone much better rounded - Who isn’t going to complicate your life as much as it already is. You took my pillow home last night because of the cute monkeys on it. You said you would sleep better with it. I slept without one last night for you.
You don’t make friends with salad, but if you add bacon to it, it’s much better.