Once upon a time there's this family...
And you wouldn't think it's possible to love a family so much.
But it totally is.
And I love them.
I wanna get a picture with my boys.
Love them so much. AH.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Missed Memo (Original)
Standing on the other side of a cobblestone road
Watching you by your daily vegetables
I only want to let you know
That it was a pleasure to know you.
We sat listening to classical music
Discussing a past that we both couldn't live with
You hold my hand
And I'll promise you this dream.
Let's walk a mile to your car
Stand in this comfortable silence
The fairy tale that's in your eyes makes me want to stay
But something in you makes you pull away
Why do you pull away?
I never want to see you fall
But we're falling off a ten story building
You keep running back to the safety I have
And baby, I will always keep giving
Let's walk a mile to your car
Stand in the comfortable silence
The fairy tale that's in your eyes makes me want to stay
But something in you makes you pull away
Why do you pull away?
You shouldn't be held down by the eyes of others
Trust me when we're standing here, and we only know each other.
I see you for who you are
Not for what she thinks your made of
I've seen everything, darling
But I must have missed this memo:
Sweetheart, where did you go?
Let's talk a while in your car
Land in the comfortable silence
You rest your head on top of mine
We could sit here for hours
Let's walk a mile to your car
Stand in the comfortable silence
The fairy tale that's in your eyes makes me want to stay
But something in you makes you pull away
Why do you pull away?
Let's walk a mile to your car
Stand in the comfortable silence
The fairy tale that's in your eyes makes me want to stay
But something in you makes you pull away
Why do you pull away?
Why do you pull away?
Why do you pull away?
Boys, Boys, Boys
Basically, I'm going to whine and complain about a boy for this post. So if you aren't into the melodrama's of the high school world then skip this post. Because, honestly, I'm over the boy card. I'm tired of simply saying, "He's a boy, he's stupid. Whatever." They really need to own up for their actions. Like... Now.
Okay, a little, mostly foggy background story. We'll call him ... Dmitri, like from Anastasia. Okay. So Dmitri and I have been friends for two plus years. I always knew it'd end up being him, another guy and me senior year. I've seen that coming since the end of freshman year. For yes. I like Dmitri for ages, and for anyone who's had a long time crush, it's easy to slide from liking to not liking someone. He knows I liked him, everyone who's known me knows that I liked him.
The last spring, we had a fall out. And it wasn't my fault. I have mommy syndrome, and he couldn't handle me with the stress of tests and a girl who played him like checkers. So we stopped talking for the end of spring and summer. We were reduced to polite conversation and I got over him. It hurt, but it's made me see him more clearly now.
Now about a month ago at this point he got a cell phone, and publicly showed everyone. And I texted him. It wasn't this big move, I had done it before. I didn't think I'd end up texting close to two thousand messages to him. We played truth or dare, and I learned loads about him. I've always been pretty good about reading people, and this game we played for two weeks made the fog leave and let me see him.
Now, during rehearsal, or during the school day, it's so easy for me to tell what he's thinking, even though he's bound to answer with Mexican food. He's a sweetheart, but reckless when it comes to matters of his and others hearts. He's said some stupid stuff to some girls, flaunts feelings for them, and acts like himself (a ridiculously flirty personality.)
Now, last night was a dance. I go to dances a lot, no big deal. And I had fun! But Dmitri pulled the boy card so many times last night that I wanted to strangle him.
You can't keep staring at me.
You won't get answers from watching me dance.
Ask me to dance with you and lets get somethings figured out.
But I did find out that he's being careful and that's why our texting has blipped off the radar. But it would've been nice if he would've mentioned it to me. Given me that heads up that I should not send him snow day reminders and silly things like that, that his parents will think are me flirting with this boy that I'm magically in love with.
Whether this is an act of denial or not, I really don't think that I like him.
Because even if I did there's too many up's and too many downs.
Just like the fact that religion stands as the gate in between us.
No matter how close of friends we were, he's too scared to see me in public.
Too the point where he'll stop looking at me.
We were friends before the cell phone.
He owes me to act like himself.
Not the doucher that he's playing to be right now.
So, here's what I know:
A. He might just like me.
B. Which would be cool, he's playing stupid games for stupid reasons because he doesn't understand the feeling.
C. He won't text me to be careful.
D. Last night was ridiculously fun and it was nice to let go.
E. I want to curl up with pretzals, nutella, and watch the Oscars.
F. I need to do my french work. I think I get everything now but the story line.
G. I want to talk to my broha about the whole ordeal with Dmitri because they have similar personalities, but I'm so scared to be like, "Hey. I need you to hear me out and give me advice."
H. I hate boys. This is why I should go to an all girls school. Unfortunately girls are catty.
Maybe I just dislike people.
haha.
That would explain it.
Okay. I'm done.
I need to do something with myself.
Less than a month until tap :)
Birthday in less than two weeks.
Show opens in less than two weeks.
It closes in just over three.
Almost there.
Okay, a little, mostly foggy background story. We'll call him ... Dmitri, like from Anastasia. Okay. So Dmitri and I have been friends for two plus years. I always knew it'd end up being him, another guy and me senior year. I've seen that coming since the end of freshman year. For yes. I like Dmitri for ages, and for anyone who's had a long time crush, it's easy to slide from liking to not liking someone. He knows I liked him, everyone who's known me knows that I liked him.
The last spring, we had a fall out. And it wasn't my fault. I have mommy syndrome, and he couldn't handle me with the stress of tests and a girl who played him like checkers. So we stopped talking for the end of spring and summer. We were reduced to polite conversation and I got over him. It hurt, but it's made me see him more clearly now.
Now about a month ago at this point he got a cell phone, and publicly showed everyone. And I texted him. It wasn't this big move, I had done it before. I didn't think I'd end up texting close to two thousand messages to him. We played truth or dare, and I learned loads about him. I've always been pretty good about reading people, and this game we played for two weeks made the fog leave and let me see him.
Now, during rehearsal, or during the school day, it's so easy for me to tell what he's thinking, even though he's bound to answer with Mexican food. He's a sweetheart, but reckless when it comes to matters of his and others hearts. He's said some stupid stuff to some girls, flaunts feelings for them, and acts like himself (a ridiculously flirty personality.)
Now, last night was a dance. I go to dances a lot, no big deal. And I had fun! But Dmitri pulled the boy card so many times last night that I wanted to strangle him.
You can't keep staring at me.
You won't get answers from watching me dance.
Ask me to dance with you and lets get somethings figured out.
But I did find out that he's being careful and that's why our texting has blipped off the radar. But it would've been nice if he would've mentioned it to me. Given me that heads up that I should not send him snow day reminders and silly things like that, that his parents will think are me flirting with this boy that I'm magically in love with.
Whether this is an act of denial or not, I really don't think that I like him.
Because even if I did there's too many up's and too many downs.
Just like the fact that religion stands as the gate in between us.
No matter how close of friends we were, he's too scared to see me in public.
Too the point where he'll stop looking at me.
We were friends before the cell phone.
He owes me to act like himself.
Not the doucher that he's playing to be right now.
So, here's what I know:
A. He might just like me.
B. Which would be cool, he's playing stupid games for stupid reasons because he doesn't understand the feeling.
C. He won't text me to be careful.
D. Last night was ridiculously fun and it was nice to let go.
E. I want to curl up with pretzals, nutella, and watch the Oscars.
F. I need to do my french work. I think I get everything now but the story line.
G. I want to talk to my broha about the whole ordeal with Dmitri because they have similar personalities, but I'm so scared to be like, "Hey. I need you to hear me out and give me advice."
H. I hate boys. This is why I should go to an all girls school. Unfortunately girls are catty.
Maybe I just dislike people.
haha.
That would explain it.
Okay. I'm done.
I need to do something with myself.
Less than a month until tap :)
Birthday in less than two weeks.
Show opens in less than two weeks.
It closes in just over three.
Almost there.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Hope
I hope four days away from you saved me.
I hope that once was enough.
I hope that my will doesn't break you down.
I hope that euro and I click.
I hope that Itunes and I become friends soon.
I hope that voicing me doesn't ruin us.
I hope that I haven't burned that bridge.
I really hope that I wasn't careless with fire.
I hope that you sit with me tomorrow.
I hope you prove that we can have a friendship outside text.
I hope that I'm just as protected as I say I am.
I hope that you decide that I'm not as bad as you think.
I hope that my heart shines through.
I hope these hopes aren't stupid wishes.
I hope to see that magic on the horizon.
Soon.
I hope that once was enough.
I hope that my will doesn't break you down.
I hope that euro and I click.
I hope that Itunes and I become friends soon.
I hope that voicing me doesn't ruin us.
I hope that I haven't burned that bridge.
I really hope that I wasn't careless with fire.
I hope that you sit with me tomorrow.
I hope you prove that we can have a friendship outside text.
I hope that I'm just as protected as I say I am.
I hope that you decide that I'm not as bad as you think.
I hope that my heart shines through.
I hope these hopes aren't stupid wishes.
I hope to see that magic on the horizon.
Soon.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Don't Tell Me You Were 'Born This Way'
So, tonight was, to say the least...interesting. I'm kind of glad it's over though.
You know those girls that you see in the hallways and go, "Ohhhh boy. I'm really glad that A) I'm not you. B) I only have to see your skanky butt between classes and C) Why are you getting with so many boys, girl. You aren't even that pretty." You know the click they hang with so you make a judgement whether you are openly judgemental or not. You can't help judging people. And with these girls, you get the airhead skank.
Yeah, that whole judgement is true. You're stereotype is spot on.
Holy Geeze.
You girls are gross and there's a good reason I won't dance with you.
My pop, lock and drop may need work, but I can kick your butt in liquid dance. And really, that's a classy form of sexy. You just flash everyone in your tiny dresses.
BUT who am I to judge you.
Oh yeah, I maintain a little classiness when I leave the room, you took off screaming down a hallway. You're in a HOTEL!
Ho-Tel
(Noun)
Place where people gather to stay and spend the night.
People were trying to sleep. Please stop being yourselves for two seconds and think about the rest of the world.
Okay? Thanks.
On a happier note, I may have a photoshoot tomorrow with Seester.
Which would make my day.
And beyond.
Legally Blonde style.
Oh, and I stood next to an almost seven foot tall guy today. I'm five one... Do the math...
Though I'm sure it made for an excellent picture.
You know those girls that you see in the hallways and go, "Ohhhh boy. I'm really glad that A) I'm not you. B) I only have to see your skanky butt between classes and C) Why are you getting with so many boys, girl. You aren't even that pretty." You know the click they hang with so you make a judgement whether you are openly judgemental or not. You can't help judging people. And with these girls, you get the airhead skank.
Yeah, that whole judgement is true. You're stereotype is spot on.
Holy Geeze.
You girls are gross and there's a good reason I won't dance with you.
My pop, lock and drop may need work, but I can kick your butt in liquid dance. And really, that's a classy form of sexy. You just flash everyone in your tiny dresses.
BUT who am I to judge you.
Oh yeah, I maintain a little classiness when I leave the room, you took off screaming down a hallway. You're in a HOTEL!
Ho-Tel
(Noun)
Place where people gather to stay and spend the night.
People were trying to sleep. Please stop being yourselves for two seconds and think about the rest of the world.
Okay? Thanks.
On a happier note, I may have a photoshoot tomorrow with Seester.
Which would make my day.
And beyond.
Legally Blonde style.
Oh, and I stood next to an almost seven foot tall guy today. I'm five one... Do the math...
Though I'm sure it made for an excellent picture.
Dear Mom..
Dear Mom,
Chances are you'll see this.
You 'magically' know what my blog is saying.
But, I just wanted to let you know:
Thank you.
For everything.
Because, even though we talked until two in the morning.
We talked until two in the morning.
And I don't feel as scared to open up.
I'm ware that we can't be friends yet.
And I'm going through shiz that I need a friend, not a mother.
I'm really sorry that I don't alway like to open up to you.
You have your thoughts,
I have mine.
I know he's a moron and dangerous,
But I can't help but miss him.
Despite your views, he still was one of my best friends.
And I know he's not being very bright,
But he calls me pretty and gives me confidence that I don't have.
I trust him through and through, and if I wasn't for that one 'unspeakable'
We could be together.
I know you wish you could protect me, but I need to fall.
Crash
Burn
I need to be hurt.
Because the pain will make me stronger.
You'll see.
I love you loads.
I always have and always will.
And like how he's hitting hormones hard, I'm hitting being a teenager hard.
I always prided myself on not being a stereotypical teenager.
But I've failed.
I'm a teenager.
And it sucks, because I'm better than all of this that I'm playing.
I'm dealt lovely cards, and I'm not being wise.
I'm really, really sorry for putting you through the emotional grinder.
For putting you through this stress.
I never meant to hurt you.
I'm acting with my heart, not with my mind.
And when I do use my mind, I ignore my gut.
It's problematic and awful.
I'm a weakling and a 'noob' at all this emotional stuff.
I don't handle any of it well.
I'm still your little girl, she's just more grown up.
A tad taller,
Her hair is longer,
She's thinking for herself more.
She's ran to places that should've been avoided.
But she's still yours.
One year and four months until we can be friends,
I can't wait for that day.
Much love,
Your Daughter.
Chances are you'll see this.
You 'magically' know what my blog is saying.
But, I just wanted to let you know:
Thank you.
For everything.
Because, even though we talked until two in the morning.
We talked until two in the morning.
And I don't feel as scared to open up.
I'm ware that we can't be friends yet.
And I'm going through shiz that I need a friend, not a mother.
I'm really sorry that I don't alway like to open up to you.
You have your thoughts,
I have mine.
I know he's a moron and dangerous,
But I can't help but miss him.
Despite your views, he still was one of my best friends.
And I know he's not being very bright,
But he calls me pretty and gives me confidence that I don't have.
I trust him through and through, and if I wasn't for that one 'unspeakable'
We could be together.
I know you wish you could protect me, but I need to fall.
Crash
Burn
I need to be hurt.
Because the pain will make me stronger.
You'll see.
I love you loads.
I always have and always will.
And like how he's hitting hormones hard, I'm hitting being a teenager hard.
I always prided myself on not being a stereotypical teenager.
But I've failed.
I'm a teenager.
And it sucks, because I'm better than all of this that I'm playing.
I'm dealt lovely cards, and I'm not being wise.
I'm really, really sorry for putting you through the emotional grinder.
For putting you through this stress.
I never meant to hurt you.
I'm acting with my heart, not with my mind.
And when I do use my mind, I ignore my gut.
It's problematic and awful.
I'm a weakling and a 'noob' at all this emotional stuff.
I don't handle any of it well.
I'm still your little girl, she's just more grown up.
A tad taller,
Her hair is longer,
She's thinking for herself more.
She's ran to places that should've been avoided.
But she's still yours.
One year and four months until we can be friends,
I can't wait for that day.
Much love,
Your Daughter.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Don't Speak uhhh
I know I was said I was done with the song thing, but this song is the whole awful situation that I, and several other girls were thrust into.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMOMFb3EHZM
Don't Speak by No Doubt
I'm not going to ramble anymore about him on here, because he's letting go.
And although his personality is like that of a boomerang...
I wonder if this time will be the same way.
I doubt it.
Much love you to, darling.
But there is no way in heaven or hell that we can help you.
Three minds can't save yours.
We're too young.
Too soft,
For your problems.
It's physically not possible anymore.
I wish you the bright future I saw in November.
I hope you reach it one day.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMOMFb3EHZM
Don't Speak by No Doubt
I'm not going to ramble anymore about him on here, because he's letting go.
And although his personality is like that of a boomerang...
I wonder if this time will be the same way.
I doubt it.
Much love you to, darling.
But there is no way in heaven or hell that we can help you.
Three minds can't save yours.
We're too young.
Too soft,
For your problems.
It's physically not possible anymore.
I wish you the bright future I saw in November.
I hope you reach it one day.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Day One Without You
Once upon a time.
I like how I got to watch someone else braid your hair.
And it hurt.
Hurt to watch you still blow me off.
I don't know what to tell you.
I really miss my brother.
Let's make up before I'm seventeen.
You promised me.
Don't break another promise.
I like how I got to watch someone else braid your hair.
And it hurt.
Hurt to watch you still blow me off.
I don't know what to tell you.
I really miss my brother.
Let's make up before I'm seventeen.
You promised me.
Don't break another promise.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Baby, baby
I really don't have much to say.
Like, yeah, I reached out today.
I simple apology.
But, we'll see if it did anything.
I'm really irritated at sixties music.
I'm seriously trying to find a song that brings back wonderful memories
And so far?
It's no where to be rediscovered.
And it's awful.
And as I try again and again to find the stupid song.
It just makes me want to chuck a rock into the ocean.
Same with everything else.
Throw my distrust at the ocean.
Throw my hope at the ocean.
Throw my dreams and understanding at the ocean.
Because I can't follow these silly hopes any father down this hopeless path.
I cast off my dreams in the form of Moses down that stream,
I sure hope they're greeted with a richer future.
One, I could never have provided them.
<3
Like, yeah, I reached out today.
I simple apology.
But, we'll see if it did anything.
I'm really irritated at sixties music.
I'm seriously trying to find a song that brings back wonderful memories
And so far?
It's no where to be rediscovered.
And it's awful.
And as I try again and again to find the stupid song.
It just makes me want to chuck a rock into the ocean.
Same with everything else.
Throw my distrust at the ocean.
Throw my hope at the ocean.
Throw my dreams and understanding at the ocean.
Because I can't follow these silly hopes any father down this hopeless path.
I cast off my dreams in the form of Moses down that stream,
I sure hope they're greeted with a richer future.
One, I could never have provided them.
<3
Sunday, February 13, 2011
:C
You used to hold the door for me
Now you can't wait to leave
You used to send me flowers
If you fucked up in my dreams
-- P!nk
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me,
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like I’m nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I’m wounded.
You, pickin’ on the weaker man.
--Taylor Swift
Next time you want to fight me:
Don't.
Now you can't wait to leave
You used to send me flowers
If you fucked up in my dreams
-- P!nk
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me,
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like I’m nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I’m wounded.
You, pickin’ on the weaker man.
--Taylor Swift
Next time you want to fight me:
Don't.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
"Well I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about it
And I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you
But in reality I'm slowly losing my my mind
Underneath the guise of a smile gradually I'm dying inside
Friends ask me how I feel and I lie convincingly
'Cause I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering
So I wear my disguise 'til I go home at night
And turn down all the lights and then break down and cry."
And I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you
But in reality I'm slowly losing my my mind
Underneath the guise of a smile gradually I'm dying inside
Friends ask me how I feel and I lie convincingly
'Cause I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering
So I wear my disguise 'til I go home at night
And turn down all the lights and then break down and cry."
Breakdown -- Mariah Carey
Friday, February 11, 2011
Long Day = Letters
So, Not doing that whole thirty days dealio. Because... I can't. I don't have the patience.
Instead, I'm going to write a few letters.
Dear 1920's Gangster,
YOU WERE AMAZING.
Not to mention that our dancing was bomb,
And I just adore you so much.
I really enjoy how you kept looking over at me when you were done playing.
I just can't get over how fabulous you are.
And you hat,
And suspenders,
And your tie...
You're just cute as a button and AH.
I love you.
Dear Mexi-Friend,
Ahahaha. I'm so glad we were the only ones to dance during the slow song.
And we were laughed at by Jazz 1.
In front of the small audience that was left.
Why are you so funny!?
Like, seriously?!
You are beast.
Yayyy for us.
Dear My Friends, Man Friend,
You are an excellent dancer.
We failed on a epic mark buttt it was still ridiculous.
Fourth time was almost a charm.
All's good.
I hope we meet again in the future.
You're a sweet kid.
Dear My Friend,
OMYYYY.
Holy crudders, I didn't realize that you were that talented on sax.
Why are you just so completely adorable?
I loveth you sir so much.
Dear Sister,
I love you babe!
Sorry for the minor snap about the third wheel.
Sorta comes with being the sister...
Yeah..
I love you loads, and I can't wait until tomorrow.
ELLE WOODS.
OMA.
Dear Boy.
I don't have much to say to you.
You didn't say anything to me today.
You didn't look at me today.
You're still with her.
You disgust me.
I want to help, but you won't let me.
Get out of my soul in which you made your home.
That, or pay me my rent.
Cool.
Dear M. Text.
Good grief.
Thanks for checking up on me.
You saw me at my low.
I owe you so much...
Just not that.
I really need you to slow down.
For two seconds.
Dear My Favorite Stalker Ever.
Everytime I see our favorite people ever, I giggle.
And I walked up the wrong staircase to get a picture on them.
Then realized what I moron I was,
Had to go around.
He gave me a strange look.
But! I don't really care.
Because I think of pom poms.
And three blurry creeper pictures on my phone.
I LOVE YOU.
Dear Father,
You and I have a awkward relationship.
But you're letter came at the right time.
I love you, daddy.
Dear My Older Friend,
You're a life saver.
Seriously, I don't think I've ever needed you more than this week.
We're so similar,
and you have great advice.
And you get where I'm coming from.
You say everything that I won't say.
I love you, darling.
Dear Man Up There,
I cried today.
In the middle of the hallway.
Saw a girl who helped add to the tears.
She doesn't have a clue.
Saw a boy who needs to free himself the right way,
He doesn't know.
I stood with those who matched my age.
Saw hope in the future.
A future of standing alone.
I... I thank you.
Because despite the fact that I cried, I needed you.
And with you're love, you proved that truth, hope, and love exists.
And when you've fallen on your face,
Someone is there with a tissue to wipe the blood and tears.
Emotionally exausting as today was, I really, really learned my lesson.
I love my friends.
I love my family.
I love my life.
Despite how heart wrenching it is.
<3
Instead, I'm going to write a few letters.
Dear 1920's Gangster,
YOU WERE AMAZING.
Not to mention that our dancing was bomb,
And I just adore you so much.
I really enjoy how you kept looking over at me when you were done playing.
I just can't get over how fabulous you are.
And you hat,
And suspenders,
And your tie...
You're just cute as a button and AH.
I love you.
Dear Mexi-Friend,
Ahahaha. I'm so glad we were the only ones to dance during the slow song.
And we were laughed at by Jazz 1.
In front of the small audience that was left.
Why are you so funny!?
Like, seriously?!
You are beast.
Yayyy for us.
Dear My Friends, Man Friend,
You are an excellent dancer.
We failed on a epic mark buttt it was still ridiculous.
Fourth time was almost a charm.
All's good.
I hope we meet again in the future.
You're a sweet kid.
Dear My Friend,
OMYYYY.
Holy crudders, I didn't realize that you were that talented on sax.
Why are you just so completely adorable?
I loveth you sir so much.
Dear Sister,
I love you babe!
Sorry for the minor snap about the third wheel.
Sorta comes with being the sister...
Yeah..
I love you loads, and I can't wait until tomorrow.
ELLE WOODS.
OMA.
Dear Boy.
I don't have much to say to you.
You didn't say anything to me today.
You didn't look at me today.
You're still with her.
You disgust me.
I want to help, but you won't let me.
Get out of my soul in which you made your home.
That, or pay me my rent.
Cool.
Dear M. Text.
Good grief.
Thanks for checking up on me.
You saw me at my low.
I owe you so much...
Just not that.
I really need you to slow down.
For two seconds.
Dear My Favorite Stalker Ever.
Everytime I see our favorite people ever, I giggle.
And I walked up the wrong staircase to get a picture on them.
Then realized what I moron I was,
Had to go around.
He gave me a strange look.
But! I don't really care.
Because I think of pom poms.
And three blurry creeper pictures on my phone.
I LOVE YOU.
Dear Father,
You and I have a awkward relationship.
But you're letter came at the right time.
I love you, daddy.
Dear My Older Friend,
You're a life saver.
Seriously, I don't think I've ever needed you more than this week.
We're so similar,
and you have great advice.
And you get where I'm coming from.
You say everything that I won't say.
I love you, darling.
Dear Man Up There,
I cried today.
In the middle of the hallway.
Saw a girl who helped add to the tears.
She doesn't have a clue.
Saw a boy who needs to free himself the right way,
He doesn't know.
I stood with those who matched my age.
Saw hope in the future.
A future of standing alone.
I... I thank you.
Because despite the fact that I cried, I needed you.
And with you're love, you proved that truth, hope, and love exists.
And when you've fallen on your face,
Someone is there with a tissue to wipe the blood and tears.
Emotionally exausting as today was, I really, really learned my lesson.
I love my friends.
I love my family.
I love my life.
Despite how heart wrenching it is.
<3
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