Yes, we were best friends. We are still best friends. But you left, you had to leave. You had to go to to Kuwait because that was the only way you could pay for college and I respect that. You grew so much and you came out a better person then you ever were before. But I had to start over. I had to make new friends. I had to get a job. I had to grow up too. I can’t just pick up and leave now whenever you ask me too because I have a life. My life is here and your life is there and part of me wonders if we can pick back up where we left off. I feel like a pile of shit for saying that but it’s the fucking truth.

As my 2nd year in college comes to an end, it’s really hit me this week the amazing year I had.

I realized how I did a complete 180 from where I was last year. 

I made a bunch of new friends, all from different groups, and met a ton of new people. I wouldn’t change any of it. All these new friends I’m surrounding myself with really bring out the best in me. It’s constant laughter, but people I can also be serious with who actually care about my problems. 

I reunited with those who ment the most to me last year, and kept those out of my life who brought me down. I was not myself last year, and that didn’t really hit me until this past weekend. 

I’ve been me more than I ever have in my entire life. I am my own person. I think for myself, and I do things for myself, not for anyone else. It’s a great feeling.

I got my heartbroken but I think I can officially say I’ve moved on. I saw him with his new “girlfriend” at the bars. It stung for a second, but I think I’m on the right track now. 

I love my friends. I love my life. I love the path that I’m paving for my future. Not everything is perfect, but it’s pretty damn close.