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so i guess this is
a continuation
cause i thought i was done thinking...
but i wasn't.
i miss a lot of things about the past. i used to talk to a lot of people.
i used to love winter-time at millenium skatepark. and sleepovers at melissa's...
and shows at BIOYA. and being in love with the scene and all the kids and hating when people fought.
i had more REAL friends than i do now. sometimes though
it seems like my REAL friends... really goes down to 2 people.
chelsey, i know you'll always call me and never forget that i exist. and you'll call me to tell me about the random things -- and simply when you're upset and want to talk, even though i honestly dont know what's going on in your life -- you'll call and make it apparent that something is bothering you and it doesnt bug me one bit. it makes me feel glad that you chose me. fuck i miss home. i miss it a lot. i miss that even though we didnt go to school together for years, you were the only real friend i knew i had and i probably talked to you and hung out with you more than anyone in my life.
that's probably still the case, being cities away. even being that i have this boyfriend who i adore and spend long long hours with when i'm in corpus and whom i talk to about nearly everything... i really really love him. it's weird though. we fight. and it sucks. and sometimes i really suck. and i can be totally unfair. and... i don't really talk to you about it, chelsey. i don't talk to anyone about it. but.. i know that you're there. and i really appreciate it. when i DO talk to you about things i know that i've got your full attention and you make me laugh and feel better -- without pretending like my "issue" doesnt exist.
this has become a big ode to my friend chelsey. one of the best friends anyone could ever have.
a continuation
cause i thought i was done thinking...
but i wasn't.
i miss a lot of things about the past. i used to talk to a lot of people.
i used to love winter-time at millenium skatepark. and sleepovers at melissa's...
and shows at BIOYA. and being in love with the scene and all the kids and hating when people fought.
i had more REAL friends than i do now. sometimes though
it seems like my REAL friends... really goes down to 2 people.
chelsey, i know you'll always call me and never forget that i exist. and you'll call me to tell me about the random things -- and simply when you're upset and want to talk, even though i honestly dont know what's going on in your life -- you'll call and make it apparent that something is bothering you and it doesnt bug me one bit. it makes me feel glad that you chose me. fuck i miss home. i miss it a lot. i miss that even though we didnt go to school together for years, you were the only real friend i knew i had and i probably talked to you and hung out with you more than anyone in my life.
that's probably still the case, being cities away. even being that i have this boyfriend who i adore and spend long long hours with when i'm in corpus and whom i talk to about nearly everything... i really really love him. it's weird though. we fight. and it sucks. and sometimes i really suck. and i can be totally unfair. and... i don't really talk to you about it, chelsey. i don't talk to anyone about it. but.. i know that you're there. and i really appreciate it. when i DO talk to you about things i know that i've got your full attention and you make me laugh and feel better -- without pretending like my "issue" doesnt exist.
this has become a big ode to my friend chelsey. one of the best friends anyone could ever have.