Fuck you 2008.

Jul 16, 2008 08:35

I miss 2003.

My friends. My bike. Kickball. Whiskey. Dancing. Not showering. Not having a real job. Going to class high. Going to class drunk. Going to the Emerald on a Tuesday.

I don't miss the panic attacks, suicidial thoughts, and general feelings of worthlessness.

All of the above are gone now. Which leaves me with one question. Is it all worth it? Honestly, I don't think that even matters. What is done, is done. What has happened happened, and I think we all have to grow up sometime.

Perhaps somewhere out there a partner in crime is sitting in their repsective house wondering why all of their friends/peers have jumped off the same proverbial bridge... and what they can do to find someone to waste their time with. A girl can hope.

Now I have to go, because my puppy is sitting on the end of my bed whining at me. Snapping me back into my reality, of sorts. She knows when I'm sad and can't stand it. Really. I'm not lying at all when I say she's my best friend. Sometimes a gal needs that kind of unconditional love to get her through the days.
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