Yes, I did take this from a Justin Bieber song. Its called "One less lonely girl". Yes, I did change the title slightly. And yes, there would be people who criticize me for both the title and for what I'm about to write about, saying, "your life is fine, you're lucky, stop complaining." but everyone has thoughts and feelings. So to everyone who says that, fuck off. I have no room for you in my world.

There are people who I call my friends, my good friends, my best friends. I think everyone knows what I mean, so I won't go into detail. But a bestfriend? Someone you can talk to. About anything. The people I call my best friends, I find I can't talk to you about everything. I love you all, but isn't there supposed to be a person who you can trust implicitly with all your thoughts, not just the ones that make sense and don't offend? I can't seem to find one, and lately I've been needing one more than anything.
Someone I can talk about my feelings, my thoughts. My senses, and who I can be myself around. Yes, I'm bubbly, yes I'm crazy. But I'm also quiet, sensitive and thoughtful. I don't want to keep putting up this facade, this false front, but somehow I feel like I'm owing it to someone, to make someone proud, and fit in. Isn't that what most people want? Even if its deep down.
Question: Whose the person I'm owing it to? And why am I still doing it? For myself. For others.