Lately I’ve had a lot of time to myself and a lot of time to think. 

It’s time to re-evaluate a lot of things about myself and my life in general. 

Sometimes I wish I could go back to when I was younger. Life was definitely easier then. I was a fool in high school for thinking my life would be less complicated than being a broke college student. 

Growing up makes you realize who your friends really are. 

This time last summer, I felt like I was on top of the world. I had a job that I loved, tons of new friends, and I was completely care-free. 

I tricked myself into thinking those were deep, actual friendships, when only one of them really was. 

Basically, I’m tired of drama. I’m tired of immaturity. I’m just really, really, tired. 

It’s 5:05 in the morning and none of this makes since, but I feel like I need to write it. I hate how fast people turn on you when you do or say one SMALL thing that they don’t like when they had claimed you as their “best friend” two weeks earlier. 

What does the term best friend even mean?