I've never really been able to talk to any one, but the other day I decided i would start. It was only something little but it was still hard to say. I thought my best friend would be the best person to talk to, I'm not sure why, I just figured as she was my best friend she would listen. I told her that I was sad and tired because I'd spent ages with Gran in hospital. She didn't look at me, she didn't ask if gran was ok, she didn't ask if I was ok. She just started telling me about what she had done that afternoon at scouts. She was complaining to me.

When her grandpa went to hospital she sent me a big long text about how she needed someone to talk to. So I talked to her until about midnight and the next day we talked all of the time I saw her , saying the same things over and over again. I listened. She never thanked me, not that I was expecting it, but I was hoping that she'd listen when I talked. She didn't talk to me on the bus because my other friend was telling me a story and I asked her not to interrupt. I was listening.