how I feel...really.
Okay, so I've never been good with making friends. I have a handful of them, and admittedly, only one of them lives nearby.
Some time soon, however, she's going to move away. Like, to another country.
I've been trying to process this for a week, properly, since she gave me the news. Of course, I'm worried about my friend. It's called growing up and that's something I feel like I haven't done yet. In certain aspects, compared to my friend, I am the more 'adult' out of the two of us. But with this, she out-adults me?
Anyway, it may an irrational decision and its probably going to make me sick, but I have decided that...maybe I'll move too. She's moving to be with her boyfriend. So why don't I move to be with a bunch of people I've known for five years?
Okay, I know, that's a bit much. But, seriously, the thought of my one and only friend leaving me...it's kind of killing me.