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She stumbles across the beach, beer in hand, every few seconds tripping over the sand that tickles the soles of her feet. The guys fall behind, talking about one thing or another, and she stops up ahead under the pier
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I meant you with the biggest smile across your face and forever when I think of you I think of that and get happy. Always positive, always on the brightside, even when life completely SUCKED for me you were chill with who I was. Even when I was Subway boy! When you got a serious boyfriend I was soooo freakin happy for you cause I knew from how Bridget descibed it you were genuinely happy. Guess what you still are cool.
Sounds like an early quarter life crisis. For real, I was clinicly (spelling?) depressed for over a year. All that I thought was gold sure didn't glitter no more (frat, girls, clubs, yadayada yada) and I had exasperated every avenue of support I had. But out of the blue your true friends and even people I had never meant offered a shoulder to lean on but I had to take chances and try things out of my comfort zone to find out what made me happy
So if your just not happy, depressed being seriously not happy, but not depressed I found that trying new things and connecting with old friends in non-alcoholic ways helped me. ....But if its the boy, guess what, only thing that'll cure that is time.
yeah Im not just wasting my words I know you'll actually know I mean well in trying to say something helpful cause thats the type of person you are. Someone who cares for their friends more than they care for themselves.
ps: the short story was very vivid, almost thought it was supposed to be a poem at first
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