Editorial: Please don't be sorry.

Auhlright, so in one sense:


"Aspects of a life, they confuse me. You and your thesis amuse me."
That was a horrible thing for me to do to you. I knew you would have thought that post was about you last night and I should have put a huge disclaimer on it saying it wasn't. It was more for KKFP and Capt. Fab. and the other memebers of the Only Here to Tell society. It's more for my sister who takes me for granted and is an all around pain. And for my parents who take me for granted, can't seem to spare me their trust and sometimes can't even tell me from my sister. But, so I don't get ranty and to change the subject: You need me to listen. And, for you, I'm only happy to comply.


"Tell me that you're alright. Yeah, everything is alright. Oh please, tell me that you're alright."
You are my closest friend. I hope you know this. I don't need to be your one and only. That's ridiculously elitist. No one else has written me a book of inside jokes before and put a hideous picture of me on the cover and have me still cherish it. You've done more for me then anyone in a long time. I need the support and comfort about the future that you provide.

I also look forward to seeing you. You are not my burden. Not to revisit painful times, but what upset me the most about the night you came to my house, was that you kept saying you wish you hadn't. People cry. And they need someone to feel comfortable crying in front of. I want you to be that person because I would hope you could help me if I ever came to you crying. I wish I had the opportunity to see you everyday and a more free schedule so I could go see you whenever you needed someone to talk to. Or maybe, you could drive or something and see me. But, my guard dog Morgan probably wouldn't let you in. She's fierce. To quote CP: Rawr.

I don't compare myself to them anymore. And it's not that I dislike them because I understand they are fascinating people. I just dislike the way they have treated you. And I've said it before and I'll stop saying it. I accept that you need them and hope that things are mended. Although, I do like knowing I get to be the Palomino.

"Must you make me laugh so much, It's bad enough we get along so well. . .One of these days, You'll miss your train, and come stay with me. . . We'll have drinks and talk about things. And any excuse to stay awake with you."
The big difference between us at the moment is, I expect you'll leave me. It's not a bad thing. I expect that you'll get caught up in your college thing and I'll understand that I'm not there. In fact, I almost hope that you find yourself so happy there that you forget about Las Vegas. I know that, if I lose you for a moment, I'll get you back when I can join you or when you come home. I know that it's inevitable and it would be stupid to hold you back. Still, saying goodbye will be immpossible. Everyone will be leaving me behind come August. Missing you will hurt the most. But, we'll communicate through blogs because we'll stay the lamos we have been. And I'll send you letters and presents from the home you'll leave behind. Because you're better then this place.

I care about you. I love you.

And for anyone who cares, I made very few of those icons. If you would like to know who did make them, feel free to comment and I'll make something up. Kidding.