So yesterday I had the misfortune of stumbling upon the blog of an old friend.
I'd always known her life wasn't a perfect as she was able to make it seem, but reading about her life now, seriously brought me to tears. We hadn't really had much in the way of conversation since roughly grade nine, but she was someone that was really important to me growing up. I was the first kid in my class to welcome her on her first day at our old school, even if it was with a death-grip hug, when other kids got mad at her because she was wearing a dress on a gym day.
We played soccer together for, i think two years. I know she was on at least my first team, but I'm pretty sure she was on my third too.
I had always compared myself to her. Her looks, her grades, her musical, acting and writing talent, her seemingly perfect family (that one stopped as we got older). I'm sure from what I've read at this point of reading this she's think I was crazy, but it's the truth. Since I was always being compared to her, I started doing the same.
She's one of the nicest girls I've ever met, and I really wish life was being better to her, she deserves better than the shit some people through, and nobody's mother should call them fat, especially if they're as awesome as she is. Sure she's not one of those 'perfect' model that are like six feet tall and weigh like a hundred pounds or less. But she's still a beautiful girl even with the lack of stereotypical perfection. I mean I lack that look, so do most of my friends, and you know what, most of the time we can at least pretend like we're okay with that.
Plus I think if she looked like a model it would cause a rip in the time space continuum because then she'd be even more gorgeous, insanely talented and a million times better a school that me, which would just be annoying, because I couldn't bear to be compared to PLB if she were truly perfect.
Onto a different topic...
I've never been much for new years resolutions, and this year is no different, but a week or two ago, I resolved that I'm done with him. Most of you reading this probably knows who I mean but I'm done. I'm not going to date him again, not matter what sweet nothings he tries, I can't deal with his bull shit for another two years. I'll still be friends with him, and talk to him and care about him and stuff, but I can't go through another cycle of this with him.
I quite simply wouldn't be able to take it mentally, or emotionally. Plus he's one of the things that influences a certain habit of mine, that I'm not getting into.
Anyway, that's all for now.
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