Every day disasters.

I don't know what to think. We've been friends for so long, and we've known eachother for 11 years how could you have not told me something like this. Your dad is sick and you couldnt talk to me about it. We use to talk about everything. Our worries, our hardships, and our happy times. Why can't you talk to me anymore?

You barely look me in the face these days. You have seen me at my worst, you know me better then most. I can't believe that I had to hear this from two of my friends, and not from you yourself. You're going through a really hard time and I wish that you would come to me and trust me to be your friend and trust me to help you.

I hope that you don't go down the wrong path because of this. I can already see you drifting. I know what that wrong path can do to people and you are way to good for that. I want to do everything I can to make sure that doesnt happen.

I know you, and this isn't you.