The story of my life....
So I just got back from out pref ceremony. Every time I hear it, it reminds me of why I am a Delta Zeta. I cried, like I do every semester. Such warm and fuzzies inside. Its weeks like this that reminds why I do all of this. They are always here for me, no matter what happens or what I do or don't do for that matter. Sigh, despite all the crap, I am fairly content right at this moment. As content as possible considering the circumstances.
A sister takes your hand and holds it through the bad times, stays with you in the sad times of your life. But I'm alright because I have you here with me, and I can almost see through the dark there is light.
A sister takes your hand and holds it through the bad times, stays with you in the sad times of your life. But I'm alright because I have you here with me, and I can almost see through the dark there is light.