Thank you, thank you, thank you for that Twitter message.
Like I told you, normally that kind of stuff doesn't get to me. Ever. But it did. I don't know how you knew. But even after I put the urge to violently subtweet to rest and logged off Twitter, I was still fuming. I mean, all day. All my joy from the previous afternoon had been completely drained.
Who is anyone to take away my joy??
For the first time, well...ever, I had gotten actually excited about college. It made all the frustrated tears and pillow-screaming disappear, like it was God's way of telling me this could, in fact, be a little fun. Like there was, after all, a place for me out there.
And then... it all crashed to the ground, shattered, and my joy was replaced by me picking the shards out of my skin and smoldering.
But at approximately 11:00 that night, I got a message from the last person on earth I expected. You.
What you said to me made up for ten months of resentment I'd built up against you. Pointless resentment. Resentment I didn't even think was still there.
It wasn't until the remaining trickles of ill will dissolved from my heart that I realized I'd never really dealt with it.
But at last, it was gone.
At last, we were on the same side.
The fact that anyone said that to me made my night. But the fact that it was you multiplied it by a million.
Thank you.
We're friends.
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