This basically sums up my entire relationship with Esjay (Sami).
They started playing Humans vs. Zombies so I bought them a gun.
I came back to the apartment and found this.
I feel like an enabler.
Bahaha. Lols for days!
Go to college = Inner child released
And I don’t give a single fuck!
Our PP Nerf arsenal is the shit.
I’m tired of fluctuating between being a “fuck yeah”, hyperactive, nut-job to being a depressed, bitchy, mess. I’m either super paranoid and worrying about everything and everyone, or I become apathetic and distant. It’s really tiring. I’m going to try and fix myself.
I sit here and hate on the world and hate on myself because I’m stressed and tired and worn-down, but really? First-world problems, that’s all they are.
I have a great family, both blood-ties and spirit-animals. I mean really? I have the greatest dad in the world who would do anything for me. We were all each other really had after my mom passed away (when I was eleven) and my sister and brother moved out to live their lives. I took him for granted when I was a teen, but I’ve grown up and I appreciate him for everything he’s done and continues to do for me. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
And talk about spirit-animals? I have not 1, not 2, but 8—count ‘em 8 best friends. They’re the best people I could ask for to have in my life.
So we don’t always get along?
So we occasionally have inter-group tiffs and people get dramatic?
So we don’t always talk and we’re spread across different locations around the state?
That’s part of life, and it’s bound to happen with any group of friends or family out there at some point. When you love each other, your true nature comes out and occasionally people butt heads. But in the end, none of it matters because they will always be there for you.
In times of great joy or times of great hardship, they will come together, no matter the distance, even if it’s only a couple times a year. They will follow you to the ends of the earth and for what?—Nothing but the knowledge that you’d do it right back for them. That is what family means. That is what being a true friend means. That is a lifelong bond that cannot be broken no matter the drama or the hardships or the bullshit that’s thrown at us.
So when I say I appreciate my friends, I mean it. And when I say I love my friends, I mean it. And when I say my friends are my family, I fucking mean it, because in the end, they’re a part of me and they’re a part of my family. To me, every single one of them will hold a special place in my heart until the day I die.
No matter where life takes us and no matter what happens to all of us, I will always and forever consider each and every one of them my brothers and sisters.
The Group / Gasparilla 2011
- Got drunk/cuddled with my bes frans (P.P. = family).
- Sushi. Lots of sushi.
- Ate monkey bread for the first time, courtesy of this girl (so delicious).
- Learned to knit and made my first hat (you know I’m cool).
Overall, it was a good weekend.
Now? Back to school and the real world. -_-