Listening to 112 - Your Letter

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What can I say, sometimes I amaze myself in the tribulations of growing up. Talking to a friend of mine, Gwen, online and I told her that it was my first time I'm not going to friendship games. I can never regret the many years I've been there to meet, enjoy, and complain the ways of this huge brown gathering. Although, this year, I must back down from such socializing and do what I must in my life as a college graduate, alumni, a pure adult. I must go to work.

Ehhh!? Unlike my entry a few days ago, being it almost ten days later, the sharks haven't won a second game yet.

To those going to friendship games this weekend, enjoy the time there, and never regret what happens. It is like Las Vegas, what ever happens in Vegas stays there. Nearly a year later, what had happened in Fullerton that last Saturday night has turned into nearly fourteen months of undeniable happiness, sadness, madness, and collective emotions. It's the bestest of the best.

So long past memories and welcome new memories. I can't entirely let go of what has happened in my past, but I'll cherish what left of it I have. My friends, my acquaintances, my education, my let-downs, my pick-me-ups, and definitely my sincere greatnesses.

Note: The competitiveness in the 'games' was not worth the stress. If school's want to cheat, let them cheat. If one wins on pure skill, they're worth my handshake.