something i can't define
i have a history of bad birthdays. so i went to bad last night counting all the things that would go wrong. i didn't want to wake in the morning, and cared not for anything. and then you all went and proved me wrong. this was the best birthday in my high school career. i could cry crocodile tears of joy because i felt for the first time in a while that i still had some hope. you, my friends, are all i've got. and whether you're miles away or minutes, i am starting to realize that it doesn't matter. i love you all so very much. thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
i am working to reply to all the text messages, voicemails, comments, and wall posts. so if you haven't heard an individualized thank you before monday, yell at me. i love you all.
then there are some that do not qualify for the above. you're a bastard and you're a pussy. to you both, i say, "i'm ashamed." i know my guilt means nothing to you, but i am okay with that.
i am working to reply to all the text messages, voicemails, comments, and wall posts. so if you haven't heard an individualized thank you before monday, yell at me. i love you all.
then there are some that do not qualify for the above. you're a bastard and you're a pussy. to you both, i say, "i'm ashamed." i know my guilt means nothing to you, but i am okay with that.