So I thought that I’d jump on the 10-bad-things-and-10-good-things-to-say-to-people bandwagon. But as I tried to write them I found out that I really had nothing bad to say. We all have our faults and I can’t really sit here and pick at them because I know I have so many. I know some of you didn’t like me at first, I know you didn’t want me interrupting your circle of friends, but now, I think, now you have had a chance to see the real me, or at least as much as I can stand to share. I think that every single person that will read this knows that I like them, that I’m almost glad to have moved just to meet some of the people I have. If you’re reading this and thinking “Is he talking about me?” the answer is yes.
Even as I tried to write the nice things I couldn’t because I think things lose meaning if they have to be written to be understood. I guess what I’ve been trying to get at is this: I don’t care if occasionally you annoy me or say something bad about me, it’s enough for me to know that I’d rather put up with all of your little faults, than to be where I was 5 months ago. In other words, thank you all for being you, for better or for worse, thank you.
1 comment:
Oh, kiddo. It's so nice to have someone around that's not jumping into the bitch pool all the time (and I include myself in that).
Plus, you're aces! 'Cause I would waaaaaaaay rather get punched in the ear by Tom Petty when I visit a blog that by some indy alt crap.
You can stay. :)
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