I’ve thought of suicide a lot a while back, one time me and my homie got in a small fight and he hit me, it didn’t hurt physically but it hurt on the inside. We had a talk outside and I just opened up and cried to him about all of my suicidal thoughts and my unhappiness. Ever since then, I’ve felt way much better. He’s a true definition of a homie to me.
i’ve read a lot of these secrets, but this is the first one i’ve reblogged. i think this is wonderful despite the sad undertone. i’m glad this person has that kind of friend. everyone should be so lucky.
:) it made me happy.


