Four-day weekends are good times for thinking, not really about anything in particular, just about the grandiose themes of 'LIFE', 'THE FUTURE', 'LOVE' and so on.I have come away with this:
As for love, It's existing. I think he may have a clue, but I'm not sure. I wish he'd hint to me that he knows, or he feels the same way, or doesnt. Maybe he has, but I'm not observant enough to realize it.
I do not know where my future lies. I know that I was given a purpose, but I still don't know what. I am extremely blessed to have the friends, family, and environment I do. I am prone to hurt most the ones I love most. And yet I'm lucky enough to have people who return to me again and again
Thank you, all of you, for all that you have done for me. I don't show my gratitude enough -- for the times you've helped me with my problems, walked with me to class, told me your crushes, giggled with me over silly stories, given me rides home late at night, waving at me in the hallway when I walk past, smiling at me even when you didn't feel tip-top, burning me cds of interesting songs, sharing cookies with me secretly in class, calling me with questions, answering my late night calls, lending me money, calming me down, sharing your accomplishments with me, sending me pictures, and just being my genuine friends...even though I am mean/selfish/silly/moody/dumb -- thank you for showing me that you love me.
so -- Good night to you, my dear friends.