Blood on Blood...
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Last night I had a short gossiping session with my two best friends, and it was so nice. I don't mean the gossiping part (though it is nice to rant sometimes..), the part that I enjoyed the most was laughing with my girls. I miss the hell out of them.
My two best friends are the strongest, most beautiful and hilarious girls I know. They make me laugh my head off, cry with me when I'm sad, and tell me exactly how it is when I'm being stupid - I wouldn't change them for the world. After letting my emotions, minor depression and overall freak-out come to the surface and take over, I said some stupid things and built up my defensive wall (something that is becoming more and more of a habit these days...). I immediately regretted taking my frustrations out on the two ladies who have my back and 100% support me - but I guess that's what you do, right? You unload your shit on the ones that love you, care for you and want the best for you, right? Typical Danielle right there.
I met these girls through our shared passion of horses - even though I was the uncool kid at the barn with the shitty pony. They stayed with me throughout high school - even though I was the uncool kid at school with the shitty math skills (HAH! *inside joke moment*) and they continue to stay with me while I relentless make bad life choices - and will most likely continue to make bad life choices (just a heads-up girlies).
Basically, what I'm trying to accomplish and get across with this message is that my best friends are irreplaceable. As much as I can appear angry on the surface when they give me advice that I don't want to hear, I love the fact that my besties will knock me down a peg in order to make me stop and think about what I'm doing/saying. They will tell me I deserve better or that I made a stupid choice, and then they will let me cry on their shoulders and help me figure out a way to make things right.
My best friends are know-it-all, stuck-up bitches. My best friends are gorgeous, strong-willed and intelligent. My best friends make me who I am by kicking my ass if I don't do things to the best of my ability. My best friends won't let me give up.
My best friends are the best.
♥ DanielleCrowe



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