the moment we got out of the house on darby, life got better. i miss my best friend. at least, the best friend i thought she was. i don't think we will ever be the same. that hurts my heart more than i can explain.
i'm ready for new changes. new friends. it sucks when you grow up and realize that everyone else isn't growing at the same pace. here's to hoping i can find that out-going wendy i knew in high school... the one who was friends with everyone first, because making friends is what she lived to do. i talked to anyone and everyone i saw. fearless. now i am shy and afraid of rejection.
i'm ready for new changes.
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