I’ve been thinking about my friends recently.
When you have the best friends in the world, can you blame a gal?

(Note: I don’t typically refer to myself as “gal”)

Back to friends.
Mine, in particular.

Although I guess this could apply yours, too.

I am wondering how a relationshipplatonic, romantic, politicalmanifests itself.

This is the answer I’ve come to:

 
I am only 21.
I don’t have to have all the answers.
(As nice as that would be)
 
And I really love “Breathe (2 AM)” by Anna Nalick.

PS: Spring, is that you? Please, come and stay awhile.

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