hardcore fucking cookies!

Hey there blog, I'll be writing about my brother shortly, but first I gotta talk about my day.

So in the afternoon, I went over to a friend's house. We watched soccer then made hardcore cookies. Okay, they weren't that hardcore... but whatever. Then we saw a movie. Afterwards, we walked back to my house. I must say, I was let down. See, whenever my friend hangs out with another certain friend, she turns in to a cocky, heartless wench. Well, no, she's not as bad as I'm probably making her out to be. I still luhh her and all. But anyway, it sucks a bit. I wanted to talk about stuff, because we used to always have really good conversations walking home. I cherished those walks, y'know? But she doesn't care about much, so I figured it'd be stupid to bring it up. Err, it just... I don't know, it didn't feel like a good time to talk about it anymore. So now I've got these thoughts in my head, and I want to talk about them. But... well, when she went home, I sat in a gazeebo (pardon the possible spelling error) by my house and thought for a bit. I realized that my three best female friends... well, they're not there so much anymore. The one friend, she's not quite the same, so I don't really want to talk to her about it. It's not really something I would talk to her about anyway. My other friend, I don't see very much. I used to walk home with her too, or walk around in general, and we'd have really good conversations. But now whenever I hang out with her, it's never just us, so those conversations are so unlikely. And my other friend... she's not a big part of my life anymore. We drifted. It hurts. It's not like we're enemies or anything, we're far from that... but, y'know. And, although I do have another bffl, a great bffl actually, I don't know if I want to talk to him about something like that. We've never really talked about something like this before. I don't know. I guess there's other friends I could try talking to too, but I'm scared. That means letting more people in. I'M SO SCARED. I hate bringing things up. I'm such a private person. But, while I was thinking in the gazeebo, a wave of sadness hit me over this. I need my friends back ): ):

I NEED TO CHANGE THE TOPIC NOW, OTHERWISE I'LL CRY AND IT'LL SUCK.

Anyway, here goes that letter to my brother, lalalahjfnsdkjnfsk,

DAY 4.

Dear Taylor,
You're fucking awesome. I couldn't ask for a better brother. I guess some people don't like you, but I think you're great. Apparently you talk too much, but I'm glad you do. It evens things out. When we go to family things, you do a lot of the talking, and kind of encourage me to talk too. I certainly couldn't survive those gatherings without you. Also, you have pretty decent taste in music, and you're fashionably aware as well. It's pretty great, if I'm not sure about what I'm wearing, I can ask you if it looks alright. You normally say it does too, which makes feel better about myself. Also, you get my sense of humour! And you encourage me to socialize with your friends! You have some great friends. Although we get along pretty badly in the morning, that's okay. We're just not morning people. I know it doesn't seem like I appreciate you too much, but I really do. I'm so glad you're my brother :D
-Mandy

Okay, writing that letter helped me feel better. But I'm probably in for a rough night. Awesome. Whatever, I knew things were going too well lately. I need a little bit of sorrow to even things out, right? Right? Yeah. :)

Bye.