I love you.
I can’t save you,
If you don’t want to be saved.
At the end of the day…
Batman isn’t real.
Superman is a myth.
I’m just a friend, trying to help.
But i’m not a superhero.
I can’t save the world.
4 more years, baby!
You know when you’re just having a shit day but then you see that one friend and you can’t even act like you’re okay - because they would know something is wrong? And while it’s been the worst day of your life, if you sit with that friend for a while then everything seems okay.
I’m happy to say I have that. With
most all of my friends.
I am so lucky to have an amazing support system of friends and talented peers who have made my transition into college a pleasurable one. I remember thinking over the summer, “they won’t like me.” I figured they are all going to be beautiful, talented people with their own lives and here I am this big ol’ loud person that love-smothers. While all of this is still true, they have managed to accept me for me and I couldn’t be happier.
*Sidenote: I went and saw “What’s Your Number?” tonight with two of those amazing friends. It was good. Cute. Predictable, but fun. :)