Every once in a while, we meet people who we just click with. Sometimes, it happens within the very first conversation you have with them; other times, it happens later on. But either way, something about them peaks your interest, and makes you want to be their friend.
Hey guys! Okay, so I know that I have basically went MIA, and I apologize for that. I am increasingly growing behind on my 365-day personal writing challenge; I will be resuming that either tonight or tomorrow, depending on how this goes, and my state of being. I am really tired. (I know that’s a bad excuse, but oh well.)
Let me just start by saying that teenagers are really dramatic for no reason. I think that goes without saying, but the very first memory I think of when I think of campfires was one from my early teenaged years, and it was about a boy.
Casey followed Nina into Tarantino’s, much to her disdain. Unlike her best friend, Casey wasn’t really into the bar scene: the drinking, the dancing, the messiness. She didn’t like any of it.
I truly believe that I am terrible when it comes to talking to people; I hate small talk, and I don’t know how to insert my opinion a lot of the time—usually because someone else is talking over.