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Today was a good day.
I almost wore bries tennis skirt to volleyball. Almost
But the lovely Mary Metts took me home to change! <3
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I'm pretty lucky. I guess a lot of times . . . I dont realize that I have a lot more than I need.
A lot more than most.
I'm no where rich and I'm not a size 3. But I have a family that loves eachother. And I have friends who care. And I have people that I can smile at in the hallway and they automatically make me feel better. Sure, i've had my fair share of being dumped. And it hurt a lot. But I think the only thing that makes it ever hurt so much .. is me. Its only as bad as you make it seem. I see my friends go through guys like its no big deal. Like they dont know what it feels like to have someone drop you like a moldy sandwhich. Or i've seen one of my best friends get her heart broken. By a guy she thought she knew perfectly. Everyone has something to hide, most people just dont take the time to see what it is.
I was definitley born to laugh. A lot. And be loud. Real loud. I smile a lot. And my cheeks are big. But I wouldn't be able to smile so much if I didn't know how much worse off I could be. If I didn't know how sad losing a pet or how weird skipping my first class would be . . . I would have never known how good it felt to make friends with upperclassmen. Or how special I would feel when someone asked me to Homecoming.
If you never went through all the bad stuff . . . how would you know how lucky you are? How would you truely know how special your friends are?
I know I wouldn't take what i've done back.
Besides who likes to hear stories about how orderly and proper you were in high school?
The only good stories are the ones you find written on the bathroom walls.
