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Oh, ask me if I graduate in five months.
God. What a weird feeling.
It is really funny how you find your true friends, or the situations that lead to find your true friends. And how you end up not caring that you are only hanging out with them. Part of me just doesn't see the point in trying to be sympathetic anymore. Or trying to please everyone and make everyone feel included. We're leaving. I don't want to waste time saying "oh, call me this weekend, I miss you." Great, we're all acquaintances, but we aren't all "friends". If we were going to stay friends when we leave, then you would probably know everything that is going on in my life, and I would know everything going on in yours. I would call you to tell you that I hit a deer. or you would probably be there with me when I hit it.
I don't know why I'm writing this. Maybe because I looked at all the picture frames around my room and decided that the people in the frames weren't people that I truly care about anymore. Or for that matter, people that I even know. I changed the pictures. To new pictures. To people that I love. And for some reason, that doesn't make me sad.
People drift apart. No use in trying to recreate the past, or hold onto it.
I'm happy that I'm going in completely blind to college. It'll be a real test of character and strength. Hopefully I don't call my mom every night telling her that I hate it in East Lansing. God, I cannot wait.
No use holding onto highschool friendships. Hold onto the things that will always be there. People that will always be there. Who have always been there.
I'm looking forward to new friendships, and new people, and new places.
I love life.
and actually being honest with yourself.
God. What a weird feeling.
It is really funny how you find your true friends, or the situations that lead to find your true friends. And how you end up not caring that you are only hanging out with them. Part of me just doesn't see the point in trying to be sympathetic anymore. Or trying to please everyone and make everyone feel included. We're leaving. I don't want to waste time saying "oh, call me this weekend, I miss you." Great, we're all acquaintances, but we aren't all "friends". If we were going to stay friends when we leave, then you would probably know everything that is going on in my life, and I would know everything going on in yours. I would call you to tell you that I hit a deer. or you would probably be there with me when I hit it.
I don't know why I'm writing this. Maybe because I looked at all the picture frames around my room and decided that the people in the frames weren't people that I truly care about anymore. Or for that matter, people that I even know. I changed the pictures. To new pictures. To people that I love. And for some reason, that doesn't make me sad.
People drift apart. No use in trying to recreate the past, or hold onto it.
I'm happy that I'm going in completely blind to college. It'll be a real test of character and strength. Hopefully I don't call my mom every night telling her that I hate it in East Lansing. God, I cannot wait.
No use holding onto highschool friendships. Hold onto the things that will always be there. People that will always be there. Who have always been there.
I'm looking forward to new friendships, and new people, and new places.
I love life.
and actually being honest with yourself.