So this is the start of my online diary, my venting, my thoughts ,my promises. This is also my new start, a new life in a old city. A new house ( 18 days ) a new street ( crawford) new friends, the same old best friends, and a new outlook.
I can do this...just me..alone. Im growing up..growing less " co-dependent" ( k, that might be a lie but im trying) Thank god for the most incredible friends on the face of this earth.
I forget how fortunate I am. On my favorite street car today I over herd 2 girls talking about there other best friend, and how they get into a fight every Sunday after her weekend events. I sat and thought....when was the last time I was in a fight with my Best.....kept thinking....never. Never in our years and years of friendship have we ever been in a fight. Im sure she gets annoyed with my antics and prolly rolls her eyes alot. But when i fuck up..she laughs..or cries..or has anxiety along with me. We take turns being each others rock....altho i dont think either of us are rock like...more like huge soft feather beds, because if we had out way, we would live in our beds, with our macs, and TLC,Slice,MTV and all that good shit. We would eat treats till our heads were sugar buzzed and inhale to much carbs till we would both bitch about being puffy like marshmellos.
Yep...thats our friendship. The best kind, the one that you cherish forever and if you had one last JR mint on a deserted island and it was just the two of you...you would share it.
I can do this...just me..alone. Im growing up..growing less " co-dependent" ( k, that might be a lie but im trying) Thank god for the most incredible friends on the face of this earth.
I forget how fortunate I am. On my favorite street car today I over herd 2 girls talking about there other best friend, and how they get into a fight every Sunday after her weekend events. I sat and thought....when was the last time I was in a fight with my Best.....kept thinking....never. Never in our years and years of friendship have we ever been in a fight. Im sure she gets annoyed with my antics and prolly rolls her eyes alot. But when i fuck up..she laughs..or cries..or has anxiety along with me. We take turns being each others rock....altho i dont think either of us are rock like...more like huge soft feather beds, because if we had out way, we would live in our beds, with our macs, and TLC,Slice,MTV and all that good shit. We would eat treats till our heads were sugar buzzed and inhale to much carbs till we would both bitch about being puffy like marshmellos.
Yep...thats our friendship. The best kind, the one that you cherish forever and if you had one last JR mint on a deserted island and it was just the two of you...you would share it.
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