Sugar and Spite

The Quiet Thoughts of an Overactive Mind

Today I received the news that you were gone. You hadn't moved away, you hadn't gone on vacation. You were dead. You... are... dead. I received the news a month late, but that didn't dull the pain. We were never that close, but I used to sit and wait, wishing that you got on the bus each morning so you could tell me one of your famous jokes. I always thought you had a nice smile, and when I was down, you always did your best to make me feel better. No, we weren't that close. But I considered you a friend - a light in my own darkness. The darkness that blinded me so I couldn't see what you were going through.

We lost contact for a while, and I can't help but wonder if maybe I could have helped you. If we hadn't stopped talking, would you have messaged me that night? Could I have talked you out of it? Yes, maybe I'm being selfish by blaming myself, but I wish you would have come to me. I wish you would have come to anyone.

I know I'm to late do anything - to late to say anything. But you were cared for, my friend. Everyone agreed, and still agrees, that your family was and is so close. There was me, and my crazy brothers. I know you touched all of our lives, especially mine. No, we were never that close, but you left me with a handful of memories that I keep remembering from time to time to make the bad times better. I keep remembering those pep talks in the back seats. And the more I think, the more I remember the warning signs.

I could ask you why you did it, but I already know. I wish there was something I could have done.

Fly high, my friend. You'll be missed.

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Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass by All Time Low is a good Christmas song, in my opinion.

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I prefer the caramel frappes to the chocolate ones. Which I personally think is weird because I'm a chocolate fanatic.

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Eating the poop straight out of the dog's butthole, call me inhuman centipede, for real

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@Sola Not weird at all, darling. We all have our quirks.

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I can't stand when people go through my things. I can't stand it even if I give you permission.for example, I've gave my bf the password to my phone and everything, and every time he even touches my phone, I get slightly ticked off. I'm just really possessive over my things and people.

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Tequila shots and bad boys oh my...

For Sable, the party had been great so far. She made her way through the crowds of people as she danced, smiled, and laughed. The young woman caught herself glancing over in Finns direction a few times, and momentarily panicking before her eyes could find him. He seemed to be doing alright.... Catching a peek of Raven and Molly, Sunshine smiled. The two of them seemed to be getting along fine.

Her favorite thing about parties was the feeling. Losing yourself in the music, getting high off the atmosphere. The fact that the location was by the ocean under the stars added to her feeling completely free.

After about an hour or so, the alcohol starting to really kick in, Sunshine walked around searching for a place to sit. Coming upon a familiar face, she sat down next to Finn, resting her head on his shoulder to keep everything from spinning. She was just a bit more than tipsy. "How's the party life treating you so far, Finny."

The Quiet Thoughts of an Overactive Mind

I want to thank you. I know that it's pointless, because you'll never see this. Even if you did, you'd just laugh and roll your eyes at me. You used to do that a lot. But back to the point. I want to thank you for helping me become the person that I am today.

Firstly, thank you for being my friend. I cherished every moment we were together, and sometimes I even still find myself smiling at the memories. I loved you as a best friend should. Thank you for teaching me that no matter how much you love someone, they'll always hurt you. I'm not sure where along the line you started changing from the person that I cared about into the person that I couldn't stand. But you changed, and so did I.

I told you everything, especially the way I felt. Everytime I opened up, you ignored me. You taught me that even the ones closest to us don't care, and that my feelings were not and are not valued. Through you, I learned that emotions were weakness, and that they could be used to hurt you.

You blamed me for everything. Half the things you blamed me for didn't even have anything to do with me. All I ever did in response was say sorry. I still do that, you know? Say I'm sorry to everyone about anything. Don't worry - most people think it's adorable. I, on the other hand, can't stand it. You showed me what it feels like to be pushed away; to be used up and cast aside. You taught me how that felt, so I wouldn't want to do it to anyone myself.

Perhaps I'm wording this wrong. I almost sound like I hate you. I don't. You just disapointed me. I want you to know that I'm not blaming you for anything. I already felt a certain way about the world before you ever came along. I put my faith in you, and you showed me that my worst assumptions were the greatest of truths. So perhaps you disapointing me was my fault.

In a way, you made me bitter. Yet you made me kinder all the same.

You made me stronger.

And for that I must say thank you.