Cliques. Even the ones to say "Nahuh, I don't belong to one-" Fuck you, you liar - I love you. Yes, I'm a bit inconsistent. But I think it is MORE THAN SAFE (if anything, unsafe to not say-) that I am blessed to have friends that don't fall under a typical, organized rank or personality. However, yes. There are...extremes.
There's the loud/obnoxious, some-what pretentious, strange boy.
There's the sweet, thoughtful, lovely girl.
There's the over-confident, "honest, " wonderfully arrogant guy.
I can't say there are no moments where I find myself sitting, thinking, "Why?"
But I can say, there are enough moments where I stand, thinking "Good."
Regardless, I love and hate everything about them.
I wouldn't want to be without Jazz's harmonious guitar strums.
I wouldn't want to be without Ian's absurd speculations of who I am, or his loudness.
I wouldn't want to be without Andrew's overbearing, or his cigarettes.
I'm going to miss them immensely. I love you guys.
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