So I've long ago come to this realization that I am bad at keeping friends. I don't put enough effort when it's needed. I'm bad at keeping in touch. It makes me sad sometimes. But in the end, it is all my own fault. I don't let people in, so the necessity to keep in touch is very weak.
Even so, I value the ones I have.
I really don't know where I'm going with this post. I just have a lot of random stuff running through my head right now.
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We need to hang out when I get back. And I don't mean family dinners where you're itching to leave either.
Remember when we used to build tents out of dining room chairs and bedsheets? I think I pretended to be the garbage man at one point.
Missya.
Build tents - I used to do that too with my little sister.
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