Wallowing In Mutual Clingy-ness

Yet another great outpouring of feelings with Coree today helped me feel better about my past (and partially present) self.

Because I used to be (and still am) SO clingy.

I'd latch on to someone who I thought could protect me, or make me feel important, or let me cling to their backpack straps as they towed me through the in-crowd. But I didn't realize that not everyone will just let me cling and love me no matter what I do. That's just the way it is. Sad, right? 

Anyways. Turns out I'm not the only one!

Shocking I know. Hearing Coree echo the very same frustrations that I felt made my heart soar with relief and swell with happiness at the fact that we can have each other to fall back on when people shake us off their backpack straps unfeelingly. (Too much? I'm feeling dramatic.)

So thanks, Corenne Janera. ;) You're the bestest, regardless of what boyfriend-hogging, abandoning upperclassmen might seem to think. 

And now I get to go pelt inflatable excersize balls at people and bask in the SPIRIT OF THE LAWD! 

(insert Pentecostal pastor impression here)

Doesn't get any better than this. 

Oh wait. It does. I'm smelling pasta. GO MOM.