Not to get all Grey's Anatomy on you, but you are all my people. And since I don't thank or even acknowledge all of you nearly enough, here it is in writing. You've helped me through so much, probably more than you should have, and you deserve the best. Here's my best.
Thank you for supporting me. There are many things that lack a logical explanation, but that doesn't matter with you. I want to wait to write a paper until the night before when I've known about it for weeks? Do I want a milkshake at 11 PM? I want to avoid people and responsibilities altogether? You're always there to tell me I deserve it (let's be honest, I never do). You always assure me that I will be better off for it (also untrue). You insist it will make me feel good about myself. Maybe y'all are just really good liars...
But really, your support is unwavering. When I get a crazy idea in my head, like starting to blog, for instance, you stack every pro in front of my face until I can't see a con. I'm not exactly the most positive person on the planet (I'm working on it people, I pinky promise), but you give what I lack and then some. You're there to celebrate when I accomplish and pick me back up when I crash and burn. You also provide great blog topics. What more could a girl ask for?
I would not be where I am today without all the car sing-a-longs and sushi dates. Thank you for being down for whatever adventure rears its face on a particular day. All the back roads and victims of hoodlum activities will never be the same. Most of the time I'm down to just listen to music and talk about life, and y'all never fail me.
Thank you for laughing at my jokes. I know they're horrible. I'm really sorry actually. I'm almost 20 years old, and I tell dad jokes like no other. If that doesn't prove to everyone how great each and every one of you are, I don't know what will. Let's be honest, I would laugh at myself regardless of whether you did or not, but it always helps to have that extra push. Thanks, friends.
Thank you for picking me up when I'm down. Whether I'm overthinking things that are completely irrelevant to my life, stressing way too much, or just chilling in a breakdown (mentally and physically, see my blowout article), y'all are always there to pick me up, dust me off, and send me along my happy go lucky way. Sometimes (most of the time) that's easier said than done, and I completely understand that. This is why my friends are so great, people.
In my last article, I said that through blogging I learned how to put my thoughts into words. While this is true, I could never find words to accurately depict my love for my friends. They've had my back too many times for me to count and have given me more than I deserve. I love y'all. You are my best friends. You are family. You are my people.
Love y'all to the moon and back,
Morg
