I'm pretty sure Zac wanted me to put his socks and shoes on, and take the trash to my dad's myself... but no, I didn't.
I'm not a nice person. Not really. I will help someone, if it's convenient for me. But I'm not one to go out of my way to be a good neighbor.
Give you a can of soup, yes. Babysit, I doubt it.
I couldn't go back to being a teenager for this reason. Many, many other reasons as well, but mainly this one.
Teens need attention. They get sad when you ignore them for a boyfriend. Friendships break up because of silly drama. Drama period. Too much drama. Ug, drama.
My friends know I'm not good about hanging out. We go a week or two without talking. But they also know that I love them more than crack, and get so excited my toes twitch when I hear from them.
Things were so different when I was little. If I didn't get a note back in study hall, or didn't talk to a friend all day, it was tragic stuff.
I don't have the energy for that much dedication anymore. I love my friends. But, well, there are no buts.. I just love them.
It's okay if they put their family and husbands before me. That's life. Now it is, anyway.
When did I get old?
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