arr matey, i'm a pirate! *ya jus' gotta love it when you live in a twin in your next door neighbors get wireless!*

So...
What happens when the closest thing you've had to a best friend in years decides that she's annoyed at you and therefore apparently, with no given rhyme or reason, the friendship is... dare I say it... over? When your personality is programmed as a social butterfly, condemned to flutter on the surface of the various hordes surrounding you and it's taken you years to admit to yourself that you really do need a constant someone in your life? When you were almost happy with aforementioned best friend because she was so good (even though, you had to admit you'd been hearing the whispery echoes of the approaching waterfall, you still thought you had several more miles of a steady deep river) ? When you know she doesn't really care because she's floating well above the water with her own two best bests (the older sister and the ex boyfriend, dynamic duo) ?
So what do you do?


*side note referring to the "anonymous" achem comment on my last post: i just turned seventeen. i am very, very young for the kind of life i lead. i have a deepseated hatred of agism. why would i support it at either end of the spectrum?*


And yes, here it is... my favorite advantage of youth. I can already tell that my body is well on its way to realigning itself and rebalancing the chemicals swirling around in there... *stretches luxuriously*  ¶ 7:55 AM