Words of a teenage escapist.

I'm pretty sure you guys don't know since I never mentioned it here but I actually just got back from my Class Retreat with Year IV-St. Anne. Photos from the past two days will be uploaded as soon as I get this fan account done and get to upload some of my fancams (emphasis on the word some because 3/4 of my fancams are highly embarrassing and should never see the light of day if I want my dignity in tact). Anyhoo, it's been a very fulfilling experience and to sum it all up in one word: cryfest. I probably cried the hardest when I read my best friend's palanca. I thought that my well of tears had dried up already because I was reading my palancas sometime after 9 pm and I'd already shed a lot of liquified emotions more than I would like to admit during the earlier part of the evening. A lot of the palancas made me smile but when I reached Joy's letter (and I actually saved it for last), I lost all self-control. I practically had to run from the hall where my friends and I were sitting on the floor reading the letters. I ran out into the garden and sobbed my heart out in the darkness.

Below the jump-break are some parts from Joy's palanca. 

I realized just now that next year, you’re not going to be a classroom away anymore. You won’t even be just a city away like you are now. We won’t be able to take long walks to Mcdo while whining about how tired and stressed we are. We probably won’t be seeing each other for months. The saddest thing is that I am so used to having you around and seeing you everyday that college is probably going to feel like a wicked slap in the face.

You are the best-est-est-est-est-est friend and I love you. I used to feel sad about how we didn’t belong in this happy group of friends like the others did, but this year I realized that I’d rather choose grocery shopping, Mcdo dates, dorky sleepovers, ching chong kimbap escapades, vlogging and staring off into space side by side with you any time.

This friendship means so much to me right now and it will mean just as much 10 years from now and that is something that will never, ever, ever change because how could I forget the best friend who sticks around even if I make her wait every dismissal time while I bustle around? How could I forget the best friend who fixes my things for me, who squeals over paddle pops and ching chongs, who laughs at my stupid jokes, who copes really well with my stress and negativity?

Thanks for hanging around. I love you and your boy hair and your chubby cheeks. Soul-crushing hugs and kisses (and sunflowers) ((and Oreos)) (((and ching chongs))) and lots and lots of love for the little bunny.