From Evy's profile.

"What defines a best friend? What are the requirements to be a good best friend? How many hours a week does it entail? Stupid questions that have no answers. A best friend is not defined by how many times they talk on the phone, or how many hours they hang out together. It is not defined by how many sleepovers they gossip at, or how many inside jokes they have. There are no requirements or laws that state that a good best friend must hang out with them every weekend, or tell each other every little detail. A best friend is a matter of opinion. It is the person who has been there for you through everything, not just through the fun things, or the little things. It is the person that you call when you are at your absolute worst, it is the person who saves you when you didn't even notice that you needed saving, mostly it is the person who accepts you for who you are, & the person that you are becoming"

Why, is this here, not being mean, just curious.

Do I seem like a friend? Am I doing the right thing? Questions I ask myself EVERY time I see one of my friends. I just don't understand why life has to be hard. I have never had a best friend unless you consider Jordan for one year my friend in 7th grade adn partially 6th. I'm in 8th, she was being a very horrible, aswell as me. Yeah, but with Evy and Laura, am i there for you? Do you guys accept me for me? Do you wish you had new friends sometimes? Especially me? Do you wihs you were popular getting all the guys? Well I am going to answer this for once and for all, No. I love my friends. I am satisfied I am classified as weird. You label me a liar, obnoxious, boring, moronic, weird, mean, yes It's cause I am, but so is everyone else, jsut you seem to make fun of the people like me who can be a VERY easy target. Extremely. Do you make fun of me to make yourself feel better, when you are making my life worse?! Sometimes after I am getting told this from people in school who think i don't already know I am short, or chubby I want it to end. I know, for godsakes I KNOW, do you think I like it?! Do you think I like being like this...no. I don't but yeah, I'll accept it. Just 90% of the time my mind says look for a gun, this will be the last time, say goodbye..by my heart tells me show them you are what you say and proud...but I'm not. I'm very weak, in my mind and my body. I am so sensitive to that stuff on the inside, does anyone know how hard it is to not care...I manage to hide it behind my solid face, when I could break down and turn into a pile of sorrow. Do you even know? Do you? People think i am weird because this never crossed their mind. It hasn't and I am scared it never will. If someone was exposed to my life, I wonder would they cut their wrists too?

Do they know? Do they know who we are? Does it matter what we look like on the outside?
Why?