“Stitched Together With Good Intentions”

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they are listed in NO particular order

Melea- my longest friendship as of now. Anyone that I met before her, or at the same time..I probably don't really talk to them on the level of being friends. This girl has seen me go from my braces & glasses awkward stage to the person I am today. She still stayed as my friend even though I probably didn't always give her the attention that she deserved (some blonde chick was too attention seeking). Melea is the type of person where we won't talk for weeks..and then meet up & talk and talk and talk like crazy about randomness. Mostly involves me venting about something & her always being there to listen. She is AH-mazing & I couldn't have asked for a better friend:)

Vanessa- my cup drinking/lesbian dancing/shopaholic friend. We hit a bump & I completely freaked out, getting flash backs of a past friendship thinking that this one was going down the same road. Making me distant and scared. But now I realized that this is nothing like that past friendship. There's no way two people can cry over each other on the phone & not be meant to be friends...we care too much. I love hearing her random-ass stories, violating her personal space & being able to be the person that's gonna wipe her tears away and be ready to kick that guy's ass (whoever he may be)

Abigail- my boyfriend problem-solver friend. She is kinda girl that leaves her house at 2am to walk around the neighbourhood with me, because of a stupid fight that I instigated with my boyfriend. We understand each other's thinking somehow..when the guys can't. I don't even really remember how we started being close friends...I think it just happened? We are each others personal advice givers. And we scarily have the same taste in style. We survived walking through all FOUR floors of F21 in NYC and managed to pick up the exact same top. &there's is no way that we can't be friends because who else is going to understand my stupid girl movements?
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