December 2010
14 posts
Gotta Fly
I’m frantically searching for cheap flights to Paris. My best friend has decided that this is the perfect time in her life to move to Paris. Forget the fact that I am lost without her. That’s not fair, I know she has to do what she wants, not what I want. I’ve tried to be the one person who is supporting this. I’ve done a pretty good job, because the only thing I want is...
Boys
1: I’m ok.
2: How? How are you possibly ok?
1: Because I don’t need him. I’ve got a guy. I’ve got a couple.
2 and 3: YOU DO!?!?!?!?!?!??!
1: I’ve got the two of you, and as far as I’m concerned, You are all I need.
3: You know we both love you. Right?
2: Always have, always will!
1: Of course I know! I’ve always known.
You
So my life has turned into this swirly ball of scariness between finals, and papers, and boys, and moving, and the only thing I want to know is if you’re feeling better. Because up until now all I’ve been able to think is, “My best friend is sick, and I can’t do anything because she’s 300 miles away.” It kills me. I want it to be like the old days. When...