Sisterhood

A girl that graduated a year ahead of me is in a coma. There's already an "RIP" facebook group devoted to her, she was alive this morning. I wasn't close with her or anything, but on the other hand, I feel like she's one of us. One of the whole; someone who walked the same halls, got dressed up for the same proms, went to the same football games, enjoyed the same town. It's tragic. It struck such a heartbreaking chord in me.


I'm watching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 right now with my sister. I'm crying like a baby remembering everything I miss. I miss relationships I had with best friends and family members. I miss leaving home without worrying that someone I love won't be there when I get home. It's a paralyzing fear. I'm sad for my pop and my aunt dee, both all alone in their houses. But at the same time I'm so grateful that I still have time here. I've decided, right now, to surround myself only with people I can't bear to be without. I spend so much time worrying about what makes other people happy, people who don't care as much about me. That's not fair. It's not fair to the people who DO care about me. They're the ones who deserve my wanting to make them happy. "If you can't handle me at my worst, you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." New motto.