I don't know what I like about me anymore. I used to like that I was independant. That changed. I used to like that I was unselfish. That changed. I used to like that I was carefree. That definately changed. I guess I like the fact that I have some neat friends who care about me, but that's not really something about me if you think about it. I just don't know what there is to like about me. Sometimes when I'm sitting alone in the dark or surrounded by people in broad daylight I wonder why I have all these great friends. What have I done in my 19 years and 9 months of existance to deserve people like you. Someone to put me in my place. Someone to watch a stupid movie with. Someone to get coffee or Chinese with. I have lots of places I could stay if I was ever in a bind without a bed to sleep in. Someone to give me a hug, no questions asked because they know without asking. I love having a friend who knows what I'm thinking, probably better than I do sometimes. I love having a friend who can make me laugh whenever I need to...Even if I don't really want to. Someone to go for a walk with me. Someone to tell me my phone will be ok after dropping it into a bucket of water. Someone to tell me they're sorry when I'm feeling blue. Someone to make me realize that I'm really lucky to have friends. I take you for granted sometimes. I'm sure I've used you once or twice...Sorry 'bout that. Sometimes I think that all I do is take, take, take. I never give anything in a friendship. But I guess you've stuck with me this long, why stop now?









I don't know what in the world I did to deserve you but I've got you now and I'm not giving you back.