There's another f-word. Friendship.

So, I guess I should be feeling guilty. After high school, I adamnantly believed that I should start a new life. I would leave all the troubles and problems I had behind in Lafayette. Then start a new in college. I would be surrounded by people that I have never met...people who never knew about my past. Unfortunately, I still keep that mindset.
I consider living with people I know...sorta detrimental to studying. Can you say distraction? Not that I don't want to...I discovered that living home with my sister is almost a distraction.

I found the perfect apartment recently. Large bedroom, large living room, large kitchen, and even a large backyard. Okay, so it has a medium-sized bathroom. The major problem is that now Xing has nobody to room with. And no kidding...a dorm experience in college is a definite must. I wouldn't have gone to college without living the dorms.

Last year, I had a disagreement with Jube over the meaning of friendship. Perhaps, I already said it before...but it seemed to me like something to show off. Like how the popular "students" constantly bragged about the popularity. However, even the large amount of "friends" never had the depth of understanding.

So I wonder, what do I seek? It's more of a short-term rush. Yet, I have heard a line and I think I need to believe it.

Boyfriends may come and go, but friends are forever.