Okay... I have this friend who I've known for four years. We were best friends when we met... Well, not exactly... We hated each other when we FIRST met but gradually we got to know each other. But on to the topic...We were best friends four years ago, in grade six. She was awesome. She was a dork, I must admit, but she was MY dork. We would do the wierdest things... We would jump in puddles, spin...

He thinks we're friends again. I don't know what to say. He's been nice today and I've missed him like crazy. I lost a part of me when we stopped being friends. I'm so happy that I actually talked to him. Well... kinda. I don't know. I shouldn't jump to conclusions so fast. I'm not even sure we are friends. We're just kinda getting along better than before.I just wish this whole thing never...

Okay, so it's been around a month since we stopped being buds. I'm happy. He just added drama to my life. And he wasn't an awesome friend either. He told everyone my secrets, didn't trust me, pulled pranks on me, and always teased me. But then again, once I called him and started to cry. He comforted me and told me everything is going to okay. That was, I think, the only nicest thing he's done.But...

About an hour ago, I lost my best friend. He called me and we talked like we normally do. Then he gets onto the real topic, "I had a conversation with my mom". Now, his mom hates me and whenever they talk it's never good. His mom keeps saying that I'm not a good person and he shouldn't hang out with me. She doesn't even know me! He let his mom get into his head and said we're not friends anymore....

Well, I've been thinking about this, and I think I finally know what my dream BF is like...He has to be honest, supportive, funny, and just plain caring.He has to support me.I don't want to have to put on a show. I want to be able to be myself. I want to be able to have sweats on and a baggy t-shirt, with my hair in a messed up bun, be crying my eyes out and be able to run into his arms without...