I made a new friend.
I didn’t want to meet him. I wanted to pretend he wasn’t there, but he just wouldn’t go away. he was always with me, everywhere I went. I ignored him for months, but eventually I couldn’t ignore him any longer. So I caved.
he didn’t look anything like I thought he would. he looked normal, he looked just like me. I thought he’d be scary. I thought he’d have dark eyes and a heavy presence, that he’d be overwhelming, but he wasn’t. he was slightly darker, but otherwise almost just like me. But maybe that’s because he has been a part of me for so long now. (the friend was none but my depression)
