sad blog for sad teens
I’m smoking weed on my front porch, staring into my neighbors windows. I feel like I am the kid off of American Beauty.
Tonight, my brother went out with friends. They were shrooming and smoking together. He left early to come home to me. He woke me up, grabbed a joint I rolled him and his cigarettes and took me out to get slurpees. In the car he told me “I came home early because I was having a few weird trips and wanted to be around someone I felt the most comfortable with, like you.” He grabbed my hand and held it, I knew he he was kinda scared. He pulled over and said “I really want you to know you are like a comfort place. You’re someone I trust and love more than everything. Being around you makes me feel safe. You’re like a best friend to me.”
I’ve always look at our relationship like we were just bros, but after that I realized he is my best friend. I have never felt so good on the inside from something someone has said to me. He means a lot to me.