Make of it what you want.

• Get some piercings. Girls like piercings. Especially at least earrings, and maybe a lip one or something.
• Get some tattoos. Girls like tattoos, cause apparently the best way people can express themselves is through permanently inking their bodies. I dunno what I’d ever get though.
• Start going to parties and drinking and or smoking, because apparently that’s the only way to really “loosen up.” People think you’re uptight if you don’t do those things. They think YOU think you’re too good for them. Plus if you don’t, all the physically beautiful women who might actually have some morals behind them may not think that you’d ever understand them because they may be doing those things for other reasons than just for recreation, and you don’t particularly cope with your problems the way they do.
• Be in a band. Girls like guys in bands “because it takes commitment to learn an instrument.” Bullshit. The more popular a guy is, the more likely a girl will want to be seen with that guy, and if the guy gives his “wonderful girlfriend” a shoutout, hey, free fame. Plus, you don’t really see any guys that AREN’T in bands that don’t often combine any of the other bullets I’ve made here.
• I realize that this may cause me to completely change who I am to conform. But if it means I get to feel important for once, then so be it.

Charmanders are red. Squirtles are blue.

If you were a Pokemon, I’d choose you.

Your smile is stronger than a Hyper Beam.

Like Jessie and James, we’d make the perfect team.

I’ll stay by your side like Pikachu and Ash,

and I’ll love you more than a level 80 Rapidash.

You’re more legendary than Zapdos, Entei, or Mew,

but out of all the Pokemon in the Pokemon world, I choose you.

Everything lately seems to be going the exact opposite of how I want it to.

It just seems like one bad day after another, continually getting worse.

And no matter how much I think just maybe one night will actually maybe bring up my spirits even a little, I just get crushed.

Yet, I have to stay strong, even if it’s not for myself. Hell, I know it’s not for myself at this point. I’m a weak-ass and don’t meet my own expectations.

But my friend really needs me. She has lung cancer, kidney cancer, and osteoporosis, all three of which she cannot pay treatment for. Both of her parents and grandfather are no longer with us, and she is unbelievably strong to even go on after going through and through, constantly taking care of her brothers as well on her low-wage job. I admire her, I love her, and I’m praying for a miracle. Because she doesn’t want my help in paying for treatment. She doesn’t borrow money; it’s part of who she is.

And unfortunately enough, she recently told me she doesn’t have much time left. So I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her spirits up from now till death do us part, which I’m hoping doesn’t have to be soon. I’d like to spend time with her for maybe another hundred years, give or take a few decades. If anyone needs a miracle, it’s me. It’s her. It’s anyone associated with her. Because I sure as hell don’t know what I’d do without her; she’s been a better friend to me than I’ve ever imagined anyone could possibly be towards me. And she sure as hell doesn’t deserve to be taken from me so soon. It’s not fair.

But at the same time, she might want it, so she can be reunited with her family up there. So I guess I can’t be so selfish.

I just want the best for her, but at the same time, I don’t know what I’d do if I was left alone like this.

Guess I just have to wait and see how it all unfolds.

Goodnight everyone, please pray for my dear friend.