There's a group of girls I know, a pretty large group of girls. They are all, in their own way, amazing. We all have so much in common, except for a few small, HUGE differences. This group of girls have fun everywhere, they take random pictures, have movie-style sleepovers, they all have clear skin, they play with rubber ducks, they go trick-or-treating, they try on outrageous clothes at the mall and they do it all together. Always together. Every time they talk it's "Oh I love you!" "You guys are my best friends!" "My other half!"

I really... really, wish I was involved with that... and there was a chance when I could've been too! But when I had the opportunity to join their little group it was because I sank down to their level.

I met the four initial members of this group a couple years ago, at a picnic in the park. Other then them, I was the only other teenage girl there, so naturally we gravitated towards each other. The only problem was, I am not a bully. Yet, instead of sticking up for him, I watched and laughed and threw water with them while they beat the confidence from this guy... because he was short, and dressed nicely, and was a bit more mature then them. I just... stood there and let it all happen...

I see them all the time... I'm not quite sure if they still do what they did, they made some poor boy quit coming to a group function because of nasty emails and hate letters from them. The worst part is, if you don't do what they say and go along with what they do, you're automatically on their shit-list. My best friend was friends with them, they did stuff together hung out, you know. Then they stopped being interested in just hanging out and having a good time, they got into boys and looks and sex and everything that teenage girls eventually start thinking about, but they got there before my friend. So she wasn't interested when they wanted to do stuff and all the sudden pink isn't a banned color. So... they dropped her. Made fun of her.

I don't know the whole story, but I know my best friend has thought about suicide.

When I think about it, if I hadn't met her, and we hadn't become best friends and changed each others lives, we would be completely different people... for all I know, I could have ended up as one of them. For all I know... she might not have lived.

Just writing that my best friend thought about stuff like that is making me tear up. I can't imagine life without her, she understands me and the weird way my brain works. She is, in all honesty, a part of me. I love her and her family as if they were my own. I can't imagine how much pain they would have gone through if she went through with that suicide. I can't imagine how terrible my life would be, if she had and I'd never met her. I would never have become the person I am today, without my best friend. I know that now.

So Jordyn, as much fun as being in that group may sound and as much fun as they seem, I'd rather hang out with you any day. I'm glad you're my best friend, and I'm so grateful to know you. I honestly, love you and you truly are my other half.
Thank you, for being my friend.