Unnamed Friends

...i dont think theyll ever see this, but i wont use names regardless cuz idk that makes me feel uncomfortable. Each paragraph is a different friend that I'm thinking of rn,... i kinda just wanna write something here

She's witty, spurratic, independant, and headstrong. Braver than she thinks, she has a real good head on those shoulders. Her bf used to think I was trying to make moves, but I really just appreciated her friendship. When they broke up, I think it hurt her more than she shows. I want to be there to support her, but dont want more than a friendship and I think she knows that too. I wish her the world rn, its a hard time. She has so much charisma and she doesn't know it.

He's troubled but funny, and puts on a smile even though he feels awful inside. Holy shit, he's underrated. My friends can see him as the problem one, the joker, the dramatic one, but damn do I respect what he's made for himself. He's worked on himself, worked against the world when it tried to bite, beat up his demons and still gets up every morning. He's really charming and hilarious when he's not trying, but occasionally it will miss me by a mile. He has a long road ahead, but so do we all and I want to give him more attention.

She's my best friend. I've known her thick and thin these last 3 years. I think she had a crush on me, and I wasn't sure how I felt about her. Its taken a while, and even though I dont know if she knows I've thought about it but I'm so damn glad we're best friends; we've reached this stable amazing common ground. I'll admit it: She looks into the pit sometimes, stares into that horrible scary void I turn my back to. Ive reached my hand out every time, and thank god she's always grasped me back. I don't ever want to loose her. She's talented and funny and wholesome, and I love her so much. 

He's known me the longest. I've known him the longest. Life has changed a lot, but somehow its poetic that we still run the same, in a little way. Our journeys wern't fun, and the good, bad, and ugly all bared their fangs and ate us alive. He is so insecure it hurts me to watch him stumble. He cares too much, and it shows. But somehow, his trying and innocence is endearing, even though I know he's grown so much too. I want to watch out for him, to watch him find success and happiness and validation. Even though he's a bit different, he deserves to find a heart that fits his.  

She's been a secret friend, but not in that way you might think. We are so different yet have somehow kept it going, and I just vibe so hard around her. We're almost polar opposites: I'm the bold and headstrong one, she's the critical observer. She has dreams and wishes but doesnt chase them, and I kind of blunder my way through an empty sky, missing out on what I could've had. One of my first strong platonic relationships, and it was readily needed. Never soured, only drifted but now we chat again. I hope she finds that girl of her dreams, and gets her feet swept from under her. She deserves it.