This is M.E.
129.

It’s 2014 and I think it is time for me to accept the realization that it is not 2011 anymore. We are no longer in high school altogether at Arroyo High School nor are we seeing each other on the regular. Sure it makes me sad to see that we are nowhere near as close as we once were but I have finally accepted the fact that we are all growing up and slowly finding ourselves. Whether it is somewhere else in California, hell, somewhere else in the world like the Philippines, Arizona or Tennessee, I will always remember you at the root of our friendship. At the same time, it makes me filled with joy that you all are enjoying yourself and becoming the person you are wanting to become. I could care less if we talk once a month or once a year, all I care about is that no matter the distance, no matter how much we do not talk, the minute we do speak, we speak as if nothing has changed and we pick it up where we last left off. This post is not based off of emotion, as I am a huge advocate of not speaking off of emotion, but as a coming of age type of thing. When I turned 18, I knew the distance between myself and friends would grow but I also knew the distance between others would become closer. I do not see the friends I used to see on a daily basis in months and I have grown to understand why that is happening. We lack similar hobbies and interests. Back then, the one thing we had in common was the only thing that really mattered at the time: the fact that we were in the same school for nearly eight hours a day, five days a week, nearly ten months a year. We became so engaged with each other it was almost guaranteed that we were all going to see each other often outside of school because we all shared the same ideas that got everyone to conform. These similar interests are what keep people together and at the same time distance others. That is what life is about but we will learn to accept what we are given to work with. I am not in a position to complain with what life has given me thus far because my life has been nothing short of great, so I will leave it at this: you may miss the past, but you must accept the present.

Sincerely,
Mark Edoria

ecstasysmom:

Girl all you gotta do is divide 48 by four it’s literally the easiest part

ecstasysmom:

Girl all you gotta do is divide 48 by four it’s literally the easiest part