I was just flipping through some old posts, and I came across a month's worth of posts- all written when I was going through something particularly difficult. In the midst of all that make-you-want-to-cringe feelings all over again, I can remember one memory that is still heartwarming.
My friends were driving me home, but once I started crying they drove me back to their place to spend the night there. They tucked me in, literally I think haha, but before going to bed another friend came into the room. It was already pretty late, but we just ended up talking for hours. He knew I was tired too because my eyes were drooping all the way down to my chin...but he didn't stop talking for some reason. He just sat on a reclining chair across from me, and we just... talked. I actually remember being peeved because I needed to get at least an hour of sleep before driving to south bend the next day, but thinking back on it makes me think otherwise.
I was so lucky. I still am, but particularly back then I was so blessed. My friends didn't wanna leave me alone because of the hurt I was going through. Him comforting me by not letting me sleep was, in a way, helpful. I was getting the comfort from a friend that I so desperately needed.
So why am I posting this at 2AM in the morning of my 23rd birthday?
I think I just really really really really really really really miss my friends.
Particularly these 3.