Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
There are a few people that come to mind. However, there is a girl that made my life such a living hell that I sometimes wonder how it’s possible that I was ever friends with her in the first place.
Her name is Kassi (not protecting her name because you only do that for people who deserve it). Kassi and I met in 2003 when we started working together in the cafe in Borders bookstore. Kassi and I are NOTHING alike and a lot of people told me I shouldn’t be friends with her because of it. I come from a good, caring family, relatively well off, I’ve always been a pretty good girl and most of my friends were that way too. Kassi came from a not so great family, she lived in a trailer (I’m trying not to judge but that same home was also a constant MESS – at least try to be proud of where you live), she was always having issues with friends and at one point she got herself knocked up. She also claimed that right before that baby was due that she lost it. And I felt horrible for her.
At the point that Kassi “lost” her baby we’d been friends for about a year. About a year after that I was in need of a roommate and Kassi offered. We’d talked about living together before and we were both excited about it.
I should have known before we even moved in that things would be bad. Kassi needed someone to co-sign for her and she couldn’t get anyone (you can’t get ANYONE? What?). She tried to talk me into having my dad co-sign for both of us but he wouldn’t (smart man). She pitched a fit at me and the whole thing almost fell through but eventually she got her grandparents to co-sign – but not before making me feel like a horrible person.
We lived together for 3 months. In those three months I sometimes feared for my life (no, I am not kidding), I feared for the life of my cat (Kassi once left me a note telling me she would kill it simply because I forgot to clean out the poor thing’s litter box), I had to call the police multiple times (she liked to leave threatening notes scrawled on my door in marker – yes, on my door, not on a piece of paper on the door) and by the 3rd or 4th police call they basically said we needed to go our separate ways before we got kicked out (yeah, ya think?).
And I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. During the time I lived with her I began finding pictures of a baby around our apartment. I was curious because Kassi never talked to me and the baby was about the age that her baby would have been. And then I found out – Kassi never lost the baby. She had a healthy baby boy and gave him up for adoption. But she lied to her friends about it for sympathy. WHAT!?
Living with Kassi was an absolute nightmare and I can only look back on those three months and shudder. She was not only a terrible person to live with but she was also a terrible friend. She made my life hell. And honestly, I have never been happier to not have someone in my life.
I’d say I wish her the best but to be honest… I don’t.