Decode.

Last night was actually fun, being at an old place I was fimiliar with. As I walked through the front door, the memories flood back. I might hae even gotten whiplash or just a bad case of dasha voo. It was nice just to talk to person who was at the place I was a couple months ago. This person was finding that high school was becoming his living hell. I wanted to help as much as I could. He was finding that depression is the strongest thing a human could find. It seemed like I completely forgot my past with him and set everything aside. I wanted to ask him serval questions about what happened to us, I just couldn't. I was there more mental support and he needed a friend to talk to. I thought I would never ever speak to him after what had happened. Its amazing how good it flet just to be heard, telling some else my whole high school drama eperience was great actually. Maybe he was more like me than I could of thought. How could he deicide whats right when someone was clouding his mind. Its hard when people take sides but someone took his pride this time. I thought the whole night how did we get here,I used to know you so well. I said do you seen what they done, there making such fools out of themselves. Your better than them. Eventually he can rise above all of this. There is something I see in you it might kill be but he needed to here the truth. Nobody wants to be at at this dark place that he was at. He needs to realize how many people love him including his parents. We probably talked for 2-3 hours straight about  him. He said you out of all I would of never guess you would be the one to help me, support me, and listen too me. Now decoding the truth is harder than it seems.