I never told you. •lrh•

One

I'm the kind of girl who believes what goes around, comes around. It's how life works, sooner or later the universe will serve you the revenge you deserve. The kind of girl who hopes for a better day. Hopes for a day when her spark will return, when she will feel the way everyone sees her to be. The kind of girl who has already given up on herself, but will never give up on you. The type of girl who loves you way more than she does herself. The kind of girl who spends her days laughing with the few Friends she has, and her nights fighting the tears, too afraid to ask her friends for help. The kind of girl who truly doesn't believe in love. At all, even though she wants to. The kind of girl who acts so damn strong, but feels so weak. She's the kind of girl who picks herself up after she falls, because she feels that no one is going to be there to catch her. But what she doesn't know, is that she does. Her friends are just like her, but in different ways. They all have their own problems, but are always there to help each other, even when she denies she needs it.
In some ways, they are all the same.
She gets "made fun of".
Because of the way she dresses, the way the ends of her hair is dyed a different color almost every week. But they all do.
All of her friends get made fun of too, for the same reasons. She doesn't want to go out and get her nails done, and neither did her friends.
All the boys wanted to go out and fuck a new girl every night of the week, but her friends didn't want to do that. They were different and everyone could see that. But even though she had all of her friends, she still felt alone. She knew her friends would come over at 4am and hold her why she cried. But she never called them, she didn't want anyone to know how vulnerable she actually was. She the kind of girl who leaves sometimes. She puts on her converse, and ties her colorful hair back, and walks out the door. But no one knows where she goes. And no one ever follows her. They know she wants to be alone, but sometimes she didn't. She's the girl who writes in a small red notepad. No one knows what she is writing, but they know it helps her, so no one bothers. They just let her be. And that's why they were the best of friends that she could of ever asked for.
Bryton, Sianna, Annika, Calum, Michael, Ashton, and last, Luke.
And those were her best friends.
Even though she sometimes didn't see how much they cared for her. They always did. One, maybe a little even too much.
And that is the kind of girl Max, is.