Many of you read about me and Ramxpage’s crippling fight about a month ago; I was broken up about it and very recently we have gone back to our old ways: extremely long pone calls, hanging out at her house and eating like cows. You can see the difference in my attitude, because I’m listening to music again, my writing has improved, and I have initiative I feel great. Or felt anyway.
I had a great school day–Daniel was in a good mood, HSAP was over, and I was working on a new story. then I came home. That’s when everything becomes a suck fest. I’m going to glaze over the events, because no one would reallly understand anyway. So, about eightish–after I pampered myself (the norm: shaving, lotion, eyebrows plucked and all the while I was listening to Vanessa Carlton)–I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw on public appropriate clothes (I was wearing booty shorts and a cami, and my mom nearly had a heart attack and made me put on “decent” clothes) and took my phone outside.
While I was at the dinner table, before this, I was fighting tears. So, when I was more relaxed, I called Rachel, because no one understands more than she does. So I sat in my driveway and called her. I was doing okay for the first half of the conversation, but when she was asking me what was wrong, I started to tell her and then all hell broke loose. In other words, I burst into tears.
I sat in my driveway, crying for more than twenty minutes, telling her everything. Unlike some people that I confide in, she was completely indignant on my behalf and made me feel a lot better, and I love her for it. She was completely outraged and she made me laugh to make me feel better. It’s great to have a best friend who doesn’t question all that you do. And, she didn’t want me to wear my boots, and I did anyway, because some guy asked me to and I should have listened to her. Because now, my ankles are bleeding and I’m in serious pain. Rachel ALWAYS knows best.
You know someone’s your best friend when they defend you even if you are wrong, but when it’s all over they say, “Uh, do you even know what you’re talking about?”
“Hello, how are you? I think that we should be best friends.”
-“Hello, Yellow” by Backseat Goodbye