Now...she is one of my best online friends. I have been talking to her ever since I got my facebook account at age 15. She is sweet, kind, a wonderful artist, a cute friend. Echo, well I call her my sister. We have gone through so much.

Though she also is equally depressive as I am. Going into rants about things that make her feel bad just like I do. This is the main reason why I refrain from letting her know I’m in one of my depressive episodes, in fear it might make her snap as well.

We met through a roleplay, about people who had cat features, brought by a bunch of scientists illegal experiments and tortures. It was crazy, but an awesome plot. I sure wish we edit it properly and maybe sell it as a book we both wrote.

So, after a while, I’ve seen her progress in illustrating. Its getting to the point that it always fascinates me how much she has done these years for herself.

Slowly she became more self assured, confident and strong.

And all though, I know there are things I cannot tell her, I know I adore her to bits and wish her the best.