Blatant honesty.

At first I didn't like you.
I thought you were fake, boring and overall just... trying too hard to seem interesting.

But that's just something I always do.
I try to expect as little as possible from everyone around me.
I tried to avoid you a little at first.
I thought you were a little sickening.

Then I tried getting close to you
I tried reading what you wrote, but found nothing in it,
since I stuck to my stupid prejudiced mind.

Little by little, you started proving me wrong.
You are not trying too hard to seem interesting.
You are trying to hard to seem normal.
And it is sad...
because you are much more an interesting human being, than most people who surround you.

I wish you could see you're not damaged, you're a brilliant mind.
Smart, critical, but humble.
I wish I could somehow show you that the problem isn't you,
it's that people often lack the patience to stick around, and get to know you better.

I suddenly became very protective of you, mainly because you make my darkest thoughts feel protected and embraced. I see you more as a friend to be trusted than many other people who surround me.
For some stupid reason I think you are as interested in what I have to say as I am in what you have to write.
You don't judge me.
I don't judge you.
Kindred spirits with a very dark sense of humor.
Kindred spirits with suicidal tendencies.
Kindred spirits with fear of rejection.

I see a friend in you, a friend I need to protect.
and I genuinely hate her for hurting you,
for making you feel like you're useless and worthless.
Her, so stupid, so unread, so vain and immature.
I've never felt this angry at my friend's foes.

You're not worthless.
You can't let such an ignorant bitch let you down like that.

You're my friend.