It doesn't matter how far you go to party, but never forget who taught you how.
I thought than when I graduated from high school I was going to move away, meet new people, finally find out what I was supposed to do with myself, and break away from this town that I've been in for 11 years.
Instead, I find myself driving hours to spend time with the people I grew up with.
These are the boys who I used to chase in the park my 6th grade summer, throwing water balloons because I was too shy and scared to talk.
These are the boys who gave me my first cigarette, my first drink of whiskey.
These are the boys who filled my friday nights after football games, and the first boys I let see me wake up, hungover, no make-up.
These are the boys who I've spilled my heart to, and who listened.
These are the girls I hated in middle school, but who fill my camera now.
These are the girls who slept over in 7th grade.
These are my friends who I have cried to, fucked over, fell in love with, bitched about, slept with, just lived with.
This is my family.
It kind of makes me sad that it took me so long to realize that.
Instead, I find myself driving hours to spend time with the people I grew up with.
These are the boys who I used to chase in the park my 6th grade summer, throwing water balloons because I was too shy and scared to talk.
These are the boys who gave me my first cigarette, my first drink of whiskey.
These are the boys who filled my friday nights after football games, and the first boys I let see me wake up, hungover, no make-up.
These are the boys who I've spilled my heart to, and who listened.
These are the girls I hated in middle school, but who fill my camera now.
These are the girls who slept over in 7th grade.
These are my friends who I have cried to, fucked over, fell in love with, bitched about, slept with, just lived with.
This is my family.
It kind of makes me sad that it took me so long to realize that.