Why is that every single time I’m home and forced to be in the presence of my parents I just want to cry hysterically. They honestly make me feel like such shit.

It seems the thought that’s been running through my head when I think of this one friend is that people change but memories don’t. It’s sad to say that our friendship was between two different people at a very different time in our lives. I will reminisce on the conversations we had often but I don’t think we will ever see those two people around again. I am happy that in our time of need we had each other as friends to turn to but it seems like we no longer even want to be friends. I have a feeling we will always be connected through the memories and maybe one day down the line we’ll see each other again.

Well it seems like the school year is really ending. Its crazy to think I’ve already completed two years of college but I’d like to think that all that means is I have two more years left to go. I’ve definitely grown a lot this year and learned a lot too. I’ve had many people come into my life and many people leave as well. I feel like I’m really starting to realize who will be there for me no matter and who is just not worth my energy. I’ve kissed some boys and realized they are all just horn dogs but I’ve also met some great boys who I can consider good people and good friends. I’ve definitely had my downs and yeah I did cut again but I got through it. I’m really starting to realize what makes life worth living and who makes life worth living. I found what makes me happy even when the world has turned to complete shit. I even found a guy who gives me hope that there are better people out there. Good people. The kind of people who give me hope for human kind. Who knows what will happen with him but it seems I have found a happy place and I hope I am here to stay