I’m leaving for school in a few months, and being a realist means I keep thinking about the positives and the negatives. Even though the list of negatives is longer, I think the positives carry more weight. Leaving all my friends behind vs. pursuing what I aspire to be. The more I think about it the more it sucks knowing I may never see certain people again. From now, until I leave, anytime a friend asks to hang out I will always say yes.
I can’t wait until my inconvenient selfish choices are out of your lives. And they say families are supposed to be the most supportive.
Being rational is the same as being a downer, apparently.
We talk less because you’re scared you might like me too much.
That depressing moment when a girl who wouldn’t go on a date with you goes on a date your chud friend.
How good of friends can we be if I have to watch what I say to you.