that listened to me cry, that saw me hurt, or that heard me yell for my first two years of college.. all for one person. it was understood that i was happy.. but the accumulation of all the bullshit wasn’t worth it, bottom line. and that says a lot. i knew a lot of people knew better, i just didn’t know better. i knew a lot of people thought it wasn’t gonna last, i just didn’t know that.
so for all the people that sat there and heard my story, or were there for me when i cried calling, thank you.
it’s people like you that make the world an amazing place. now, i’m better. now, i have someone better. and the fact that i get told over and over again about how happy people are for me means a lot. because that just makes it more real. not only do i get to feel happy.. but now these people don’t have to deal with the same story, the same excuses, the same lies, that i had to hear over and over again.
thank you, thank you, thank you. know that i will always be here for you, because anything i do will never amount to what you did for me.
Let me tell you something about Irene. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then in eighth grade, Katrina hit, and Irene was like, weirdly jealous of her. Like, if I would rate her a 1, and I’d rate Katrina a 3, she'd be like, "Why am I rated so low?" And I'd be like, "Why are you so obsessed with me?" So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-category 3 and up party, I was like, "Irene, I can't invite you, because you’re category 1." I mean I couldn't have a category 1 at my party. There were gonna be storms wiping out entire cities there. I mean, right? She was a CATEGORY 1. So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. And then she dropped out of school because no one would talk to her, and she came back in August, and now I guess she’s destroying the entire East Coast.