Upon closer examination, I realized almost all of my posts start with some form of "I". "I" am an intensely self-centered person, it seems.

Andrew called me tonight, and we talked for about an hour. He's one of my best friends from home, and one of the only people in my life I can truly trust. He's like a big brother. While we reminisced about old times at home and in high school, we both realized that little things can cause huge changes. We thought back to two springs ago, at the end of my junior year. The end of junior year could best be described as volatile. It was all typical high school bullshit: love triangles, gossip, unkept secrets. It all seemed so important back then. Then we realized something: all of that WAS important. When I think about my life today in terms of the people I'm close with and the choices I make, when I think back to what has set my current path in motion, it all comes back to those couple of months. I replay the unrequited love I had for Paul, or the unrequited love Chris had for me, and I still feel the desparation and longing for simplicity. As turbulent and painful as those few months were, they hold some of my most cherished memories, and formed some of my deepest ties. People always say that all the things you cared about in high school won't matter in ten years or so, but I think that's bullshit. If you live right, everything you do will matter.