A Love Letter To My Friends
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A Love Letter To My Friends

To the people who got me to where I am.

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A Love Letter To My Friends

To my best friends, my good friends, my childhood friends, my "we say hi around campus but don't talk that much" friends, and every other classification of "friends" you can think of,

Hi. This one is for you.

I want to start off by saying that there is not a single day where I don't think about how insanely, insanely fortunate I am to even have so many wonderful people in my life. But beyond that, I am so insanely fortunate to have so many wonderful people in my life who actually choose to stick around, even when they've seen me at my worst.

There's a pretty solid chance you've seen me walk around looking like an absolute mess because I woke up late for my 8:30 class. Or drunk cry like a baby at one of the first parties of the year because of things that shouldn't matter anymore. Yeah. You've probably seen some Barstool-worthy tears. Or maybe you've caught me during my stroll back to my dorm on a Saturday morning in clothes from the day before, makeup smudged atrociously, and maybe that's just something we'll choose not to get into right now.

Needless to say, I have my moments, and while I am an open book about a lot of things, of course there are times when I feel like absolute sh*t, times when I am embarrassed as hell, sad as hell, angry as hell... you get the point. But you've seen me during these times and have chosen to stay.

I can be a handful and I will readily admit to that. Sometimes I'm dramatic, and sometimes I do it just because it's funny, but other times I do it because I just... well, I want to be dramatic. I probably don't have to explain that to you because I am sure you've noticed.

But you still choose to stay.

Sure, I make bad decisions sometimes. I put myself in situations that leave me vulnerable. I do things that I know might not go well for me. Sometimes I make stupid choices literally just to make stupid choices. Sometimes history repeats itself, and sometimes I let it, and sometimes you probably get sick of hearing me complain about the same things over and over. But you still stick around.

On my bad days, sometimes all I need is someone to listen, or a smile on my way to class, or a quick hug when we walk past each other. And I am so grateful that I rarely find myself having a day where I won't get one of these things.

You have celebrated my good times with me, and shared a drink with me during the bad ones, and sometimes that's all I can ask for.

I have more photos and videos of my friends than I do of me and I honestly don't even question it- I love you all so, so much and can assure you that those videos of you being stupid are the things that coerce a laugh out of me when I'm feeling down.

It's been a long journey so far and we have a long way to go, but the person that I am right now is a person I wouldn't be if it weren't for you pushing me along and being by my side every step of the way.

I don't really know what i am trying to get at, but I guess it comes down to this: you have been the best friends I could possibly imagine, and I am so thankful to be able to keep making memories with you.

I would go through the same struggles over and over again if it meant I could always end up with the same friends, too.

So, to my friends, thank you. I love you guys.



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