For Good

This post is for Jan 16th, and this one and the next one (post for Jan 17th) will mark the first two posts of this year and perhaps of all time that I will really dig in deep into my dark past. Just kidding it's not dark.

So for this post. I got to hang out with some really good friends of mine. There's a certain song that I like and I actually had a conversation about this song with one of my friends yesterday. It's called For Good and it talks about how life changed for the better because they met a good friend.

Once upon a time there was an awkward teen. He didn't seem to fit in anywhere. And his freshman year in high school he found a group. He found a group he could fit in with. He spent all of his lunches with them, they were his best friends. And for a long time he lived for them, he enjoyed coming to school because it meant he got to see them all.

But eventually life hits and they all started drifting apart and he was crushed. He was depressed because he felt he was losing his place in the world (as corny as that may sound). But he was still friends with some of them and that was what mattered. His junior year was their senior year and as he watched while they were excited with their senior year he realized that they were at a very different point in their lives than he was. And he honestly would stay up at night thinking that they would graduate and he would be left alone. And he would cry over this. So even though it hurt his heart he decided to distance himself three of the girls.

There was one, a short and bubbly Asian who was like his twin simply because they were a lot alike and they shared a birthday.

There was a blonde and cold one who even though she may have seemed like some sort of ice queen she was far from it. She was really nice and a good friend.

There was another redheaded lady who had an amazing taste for music and was one of the nicest people he had ever met. And was an even better friend. He remembered talking to her and another certain bearded friend on the phone late at night.

These people were his friends and he decided to distance himself from them. And what hurt him even more was how easy they seemed to accept it. He thought it was his fault, that he wasn't a good friend. And maybe that was why they didn't care. He thought that they were happy to be rid of him and they could finally enjoy their senior year.

He wasn't going to lie. It sucked. Soon he was alone and he saw them in the hallways and they saw him and it was like they were all strangers. And he often times didn't have anyone to hang out with at lunch.

And then they graduated and he knew he would be alone.

He's not proud to admit it but almost every day at lunch he found himself alone. He would try to hang out with other friends but he never really felt like he fit in. He just wasn't comfortable. So he'd spend his lunch in the library alone, or he'd walk around campus, or he'd sit in a classroom. He would make sure he didn't finish his math tests so he could come in at lunch to finish them so he'd have something to do. And once he even spent lunch in a bathroom because he felt really alone. And every time he had to do this, he would get mini panic attacks and start to hyperventilate.

It wasn't until later on in his senior year that he made a new friend and began spending time with her. But before then he had felt really alone. Eventually things got better.

He graduated and made it to college. And then he was reunited with his old friends. They were all in college now.

All I can say is that I'm so glad I have my friends back and I hung out with them yesterday, and I had a really great time, even if for like the first half hour they spent it in some weird store called Forever 21.

For a while I lost touch with these three girls, but I know that things are good again. I found out part of the reason why they stopped talking to me their senior year (some horrible lie that made me look like a bad friend). But things were fixed, and I love them to death.

And this time I know our friendship will stay intact for a really long time.


The moral of this story is, yeah some times things are bad. But I can honestly say from experience that things really do get better.

"Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."