Late night drives always make me miss home. Whether it’s one of those nights where we just drove around the city, screaming at the top of our lungs to songs, with me threatening to hop out of the backseat if I didn’t get a cookie (Jarred and Krisanna will never let me live that one down), driving to just vent and talk with one of the guys to get things off my chest, or late night munchies after partying, picking Haase, Moreland, and whoever else up from the side of the road drunk off their asses from Hatfield’s. Haase always knew he could call me cause I’d be up and out. I just miss my friends immensely lately. It sucks not talking to my parents, and especially my little brother. Back when life was simple, but I had way less freedom. Hmph.
I love one of my best friends, Jordan. Even after just a simple post, he can text me and tell me to cheer up and let me vent. No matter how sucky his past few days have been, he listens, reminds me that it’s not that bad, and cheers me up. I miss the boys from home so bad. Can all of you move in with me? Oh shit, that’d be so much fun.