It's been a day.
Holy wow.
One of my best friends from elementary school and middle school found me on MySpace.
We haven't talked since we were in eighth grade. Seven years.
We both stopped writing to each other for one reason or another.
So much has changed since then.
I think I would've been a completely different person had we not moved that summer after seventh grade.
High school probably would've been hell.
Katie would be different too. At least, I think so.
I probably would've been really depressed.
I wouldn't have moved to North Branch and met some of the best friends I have.
Probably wouldn't have gone to State and done what I have here.
All these people I vaguely remember from way back when still remember me too.
It's so weird to go back and search on Facebook through all the people whose names I remember, whose faces have changed, whose pictures are slutty or taken with alcohol bottles of one brand or another.
It's weird not to see some people there who I thought surely would succeed and get out of that miserable town.
Erica said that people still spread rumors about her supposed whore-dom around the high school.
I go back to Nut Bush and I get tackled with hugs. I talk to my old teachers for hours and hug them too.
Wow.
The things that shape a life...The choices we make, the choices that are made for us...
One of my best friends from elementary school and middle school found me on MySpace.
We haven't talked since we were in eighth grade. Seven years.
We both stopped writing to each other for one reason or another.
So much has changed since then.
I think I would've been a completely different person had we not moved that summer after seventh grade.
High school probably would've been hell.
Katie would be different too. At least, I think so.
I probably would've been really depressed.
I wouldn't have moved to North Branch and met some of the best friends I have.
Probably wouldn't have gone to State and done what I have here.
All these people I vaguely remember from way back when still remember me too.
It's so weird to go back and search on Facebook through all the people whose names I remember, whose faces have changed, whose pictures are slutty or taken with alcohol bottles of one brand or another.
It's weird not to see some people there who I thought surely would succeed and get out of that miserable town.
Erica said that people still spread rumors about her supposed whore-dom around the high school.
I go back to Nut Bush and I get tackled with hugs. I talk to my old teachers for hours and hug them too.
Wow.
The things that shape a life...The choices we make, the choices that are made for us...