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Personal Narrative Essay : My Best Friend

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I remember the first time I saw her. She seemed so happy, so sure of herself. That, I thought, is what I want to be a part of. To my luck we soon became friends and I tried so hard to not mess it up. I wanted to spend my time with her, I wanted her to spend time with me, I knew from the start that I wanted her to be my best friend. After talking for a little while and gaining her trust we did become closer, but not by much, and not by enough. I remember the day when everything changed, I remember the night. I remember when she told me that she was so sad she almost ended it. I remember I could not believe that this seemingly happy and incredibly nice girl could be hurting so bad, and it was crushing. When she told me I regretted everything. There were hints I didn’t see. If only I could’ve gone back, hugged her, and told her that I was there for her and that she didn’t have to face it alone. We talked at school earlier that day, she told me something along the lines of being “done with life” or “ready to give up” I said to her, “you seem like the type of person who says they’re going to give up but actually won’t.” That was stupid. In my world no one was hurting, no one was struggling. How could I see that this was going on in my brainless, senseless world. Why was I so insensitive that I couldn’t see that her struggling. She needed help and I was there, but I didn’t notice. She had to tell me of her immense pain. That must have been so hard. We didn't know each other

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