So the freckled girl that i've written about before it baa-ack! Its so amazing what i had to say about her. I'm still really, really close friends. So close in fact that we got a 'friendship' tattoo together. (God if anybody i know irl ever found this i would be in so much trouble i would give up on trying to explain my situation) And also we moved into a house together with my older sister. And the "drama" is endless. 

Before we all moved in together, the three of use got really fucking drunk at my old resident, the partents house. And boy was that a night i'll never forget. It was more of me and "the girl" getting shit-faced drunk and crying about everything. It started off with me coming home from work late and being gretting by a hysterical crying girl telling me how much so loves me and how much i mean to her and fucking slobbering on and on and all i wanted to do was pull her crying ass down to me and squeez her close and tell her Yes! to all those things and maybe say a thing or two of my own ("I want to lay in the spring grass with you forever and i want to tickle your freckles with my eyelashes and eat pasta salad") but since i could ABSOULTLY not do that, i decided to play the catch-up game and promptly downed six shots. Twelve shots later, i decided i would like to wake up tomorrow.

But at the point, my biggest worry was not alcohol poisoning but rather a broken heart. See in the time it took me to down those many shots, "the girl" was telling me through fat, drunken tears her side of things. Most importantly, her relationship with long, long time friend, [insert the girl's name]. A girl who stuck with "my girl" in her most worst stages: Middle School. Yeah so they have history with each other. And the thing that caught me off guard, well let me see if i can remember correctly,

      "You know what?, You know whats wrong  with me? Its because she is my best friend and probably the love of my life. That girl is my best friend and i am in love with her. But nothing will ever happen because [insert girl's name] is way too straight. She would never give me a chance becuase all i am to her is her best friend. I will probably always love her."      -"the girl"

She said that. She was talking about her first love. And also her first loved lost. All at once in one conversation.  I heard all of this with tears down my face and fresh ones making their mark. I swear i have never been sadder in my whole life than hearing that conversation. Because while "the girl" is talking about her unrequitted love, i'm sitting there in her shoes understanding what she is going through. So how sad and empty the feeling was. What could i say to that? Nothing. I had no right to say anything. I felt empty. I dont know why i was just too sad. I felt that there was no hope for anything. 

Topic #2 was all about my sister. Great. When my sister is the topic of converstation i tend to get over shadowed pretty easy. Cause she is all the good and i am all the bad. And of course "the girl" had to take notice of how great my sister is. She noticed so well that her slurred "i really like your sister" was barely caught by my drunken ass. I'm trying so hard here and so quickly does my sister get in with the goods. It irkes me just thinking about it. I shut that convo down as quick as i could with a broken "You better stay away from her or i wont be your friend ANYMORE!!!" The girl reassured me that it would never happen cause she values our friendship too much. Really, she might be more trouble than she is worth. 

Now, nearly a year later for that crazy drunken night, here we all are living in a small house. Just the three young, crazy, inoccent, and stupid girls. And I can positively say that this is what youth is made up of. The days are filled with netflix, weed, wine, and great fucking friends. 

While this is probably the most important time where one would normally be developing in a college setting, i've never been one for doing things normally. So i think for now, even with all the inexperience i have when dealing with ~all of this~, i would say this is the most fun and i hope it can last for some time. 

God. I feel that way so many times throughout the day. Just-its amazing, that feeling, but totally terrifying. When i get close to you I want to squeeze you're hand back and show you my feelings. I'm scared. And its not that i'm scared of you, I'm scared of your sweet words. I'm happy and that scares me. What am i going to do when its time to split up?

I know that day is coming sooner than later. Who will be the one to break first and say their goodbyes. I can tell you this; It wont me. 

Those times when we've sat comfortably on the green sofa and you have inched closer towards me? I scooted away and i hate myself for it. Your face after is one of abandonment and distrust. I just couldn't let myself get that happy. I was protecting myself. Again. . . .