I was happy this weekend. In a few ways. Do you ever get those days where you think you're seeing everyone? I had one of those at the beach party on Sunday. But it was one person in particular that I was extremely happy to see. Talking to Phillip was amazing. I thought I'd never see this guy again, ever. I almost exploded with joy. Aha, I was, freaking, out. (; That basically made my week. However. Driving home (watching two ambulances and a firetruck drive by and park right at the beach..scary) I was thinking about a previous best friend of mine. She was basically my first friend here. We were both new on the first day of sixth grade and she was the one I hung out with until other people noticed me. And looking around school last week, I didn't see her. And neither did anyone else. We decided to ask somebody that was close to her new best friend, and she said that she had moved schools. I was crushed. Crushed more than anyone else who thought they were her friend was. I'm feeling a hole in my  heart grow everyday I don't see her, and the worst part is, because she moved houses I can't call her phone anymore. I'm trying to find a way to contact her, but I can't find one. I could prove my point by naming a bunch of names and going into this monologue about how I wouldn't be able to call this person or I don't have this person's number, and whatnot, but I'm going to save you the boredomness and just say this; I hope I see her again one day. Hopefully she goes to the same high school I go to, if she stays where she is. I miss her. Soo much. I'm sad.
♥Dance, Dance, We're falling apart to Halftime.♥