I have had a paperback best friend for years... 14 to be exact. For as long as I can remember I have had some type of diary, journal, notebook something to tell my life's madness too. When I got married my husband hated her. I know he was jealous of her. She knows me better than I know myself, and I put her on the sideline to protect my relationship with him, but to save her. She has heard everything I have tired to forget, to the shit that will never leave my daily thoughts. Recently I have been avoiding her. I'm afraid to tell her that I have been writing inside someone else. That someone else has been doing what she's done so well for the past 14yrs.
Is it wrong to write everything you do down? To have a friend that you love that never talks back, never lies, never puts you down, or make you feel bad for the nasty shit you just did. My paperback best friend is stronger than I'll ever be. She takes all the shit I give her, and swallows it with a smile. Yelling back at me, "My Swell Life." This is my apology to her...
Paperback best friend, you have always been my right hand man. You will always be the person that could take me down with swift cut to the throat, but I am growing and I'm not afraid to let some of my thoughts be heard out loud. Please forgive me.
Are we still cool?
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