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My summer has offically begun! I'm on break, bitches! I finished my last final and I'm done, finito, nothing left to do for school. These last few weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions, mostly stress and tears and fears of inadequacy. It's funny how things work out. I get everything done that I needed to, and now I can relax. It's just strang how most of the time the people you expect to kick you when you're down...well, they usually do (fuckers). But the people you thought would be there have no idea what's going on, people that you tried to give so much to but don't give anything back when you need them; then the people that you least expect to be there are supporting you.
Also "love", I've found, is a word that is used way to often anymore. People say it so much it starts to lose meaning. Like "best friends". Everyone's got "best friends" and if you're experiences are anything like mine, they change frequently. I can't even recall how many "best friends" I've had in my life because every time I really think I've found one I learn differently. And that's okay I guess, it's disappointing of course but people change. It's inevitable and necessary for people to change,and it's hard as hell to find someone who's willing to grow and change with you. I think I'm going to do away with titles like "best friend" from now on. They don't mean anything any more. In the past few weeks, with everything going on, I've got a whole new concept of the term "friend". The people who take me to Rita's when I'm having a stressful day. Those are friends. The people who will meet me at the diner at 1 in the morning because I'm upset about my slutty sister in law and need to talk. The person who threatens to beat up a boy who's still in high school because he made me cry (sort of). The person who knows they can call me at 3:30 in the morning for anything, but especially for baby stuff. "Best friends"-eh, I can do without that overused phrase. But friends, thank you for putting up with me this year. You're the reason I made it through.
Also "love", I've found, is a word that is used way to often anymore. People say it so much it starts to lose meaning. Like "best friends". Everyone's got "best friends" and if you're experiences are anything like mine, they change frequently. I can't even recall how many "best friends" I've had in my life because every time I really think I've found one I learn differently. And that's okay I guess, it's disappointing of course but people change. It's inevitable and necessary for people to change,and it's hard as hell to find someone who's willing to grow and change with you. I think I'm going to do away with titles like "best friend" from now on. They don't mean anything any more. In the past few weeks, with everything going on, I've got a whole new concept of the term "friend". The people who take me to Rita's when I'm having a stressful day. Those are friends. The people who will meet me at the diner at 1 in the morning because I'm upset about my slutty sister in law and need to talk. The person who threatens to beat up a boy who's still in high school because he made me cry (sort of). The person who knows they can call me at 3:30 in the morning for anything, but especially for baby stuff. "Best friends"-eh, I can do without that overused phrase. But friends, thank you for putting up with me this year. You're the reason I made it through.