It’s weird. Even throughout high school, I was never really too eager to get to college. I mean, it’s not that I didn’t want to ever get there, but just that I didn’t want to leave the past behind.
Even though I’ll be finishing my first year of college in one week, I still miss high school. Maybe not the crazy tests every week or getting up early, but I really miss the friends and relationships that I thought I made. The relationships where I thought, “how could we ever drift apart?” or “our kids are going to be friends in the future too!”.
The worst part is thinking back about how much you had done together in the past, and comparing it to the periods of not talking now. Not even a text to see how the other is doing. Not even a brief meet up during break to catch up.
I’ll just tell you now, I’d be so extremely happy and excited if any one of those people asked me to hang out with them over the summer.
But really, should I feel this way? I mean, these people … they obviously don’t care about my life anymore. Why should I still care so much? Why should I miss them when they don’t miss or think about me? Why would I still want to hang out with them after the effort never even existed? Obviously the friendship fell apart for a reason. Now that it’s already fallen apart, is it worth the effort to even mend it?
I don’t know … some people, I wish the best to. I understand that we had just drifted and that it’s natural. But others, their personalities just changed so much. I guess I can’t really judge since I haven’t even talked to them, but in my mind they’ve already changed. The way they treat people and their lifestyle in general are not things that I would normally want to deal with. They’re no longer the people that I knew in high school.
I just wish I could have preserved one of those friendships. I wish I could have one of those relationships again, where I could tell them anything, where I could hang out with them and always have fun, where I know that we’ll always be friends.
It can’t be good going to sleep feeling like this so many nights in a row.
I know he’s busy, I’m busy too. But it just feels like I’m always waiting for him. That I’m always the one that has to call him first, that one that stays up late waiting for that screenname to appear. Sounds a bit familiar, doesn’t it? I thought that after everything that led up to this, I wouldn’t have to do this anymore. After all the patience and all the hurt I had to endure, I didn’t think that I’d still be waiting.
Maybe I’m too needy and too clingy. Just kidding, most definitely I’m too needy and too clingy. But what am I supposed to do? All I want to do is talk to him. Just for a little bit. Just have his complete attention for a little bit, then he can go back to doing homework or socializing. I don’t want to be on the side as he’s simultaneously joking around with friends or studying. I just want some attention, I need some attention. I know we’re only going to be more tight on time as our classes get more difficult, but I just need those couple of moments reserved for just us. I need those couple of moments to be satisfied, to keep me going.
It’s strange. I’ve already almost completed 3/4 of my freshman year of college, yet I feel like I’m still dwelling in the past, holding on to high school. I think about my high school years everyday, senior year in particular. It was really a life-changing year, so I guess it’s natural. I
But senior year, that was the life. Go to school, sleep in half my classes, come home and sleep some more. Then stay up doing nothing and then going to sleep at two in the morning. Exploring every Wednesday afterschool, going out everyday of the weekend. It was a time when it was completely worryfree — all decisions have been made and nothing else could be done. All there was left to do was have fun.
And worry about prom, of course. Looking back, I found it so interesting and in a way enjoyable, as I was determined to have a date to prom. And one date I had my eye on for quite a while, who later became a significant part of my life.
But really, high school was the best. I currently still think about how I was feeling and what I was doing at this time one year ago. Even though I didn’t have the most friends, I knew who were my friends that I could turn to. The friends that I could just hang out and do nothing with. The friends that I could be so comfortable and tell them anything.
Once college hit, it all seemed like a lie. The majority of those friendships unfortunately faded away with the exception of two. My first semester was so lonely and boring; I thought I was missing the whole college experience because I was so miserable all the time. The friendships I made felt so fake and eventually became tiring. I was always eating by myself, spending weekends alone in my dorm room.
Second semester, things definitely improved. I made a group of friends that I became more comfortable with, though we’re not completely there yet. Now if I choose to spend weekends in my room, I enjoy and embrace my alone time.
But really, this year of college cannot live up to that of senior year. High school was the only familiar thing I had, and I was finally starting to enjoy it. Sometimes I see high school seniors on Facebook and I really do envy them. I want to tell them that this’ll be the best year of their lives and to really embrace it, because it goes by so quickly.
I don’t know. Holding on to high school just seems kind of juvenile. I need to move on and learn how to enjoy my life now; I need to be able to let go in order to mature. I can’t just dwell on the happy times in the past. I need to motivate myself to look forward to the future.
It’s weird — in the summer, I would always try to find my way around my parents so that I could go out with my friends, hang out and eat dinner, all of that. Now I have all this freedom, don’t need to make excuses, no curfew and I never go out.
Some days, very few days, I feel confident about my social life.
Like this entire week, coming back from winter break. I had friends to eat with every meal. I thought maybe this semester wouldn’t be so bad after all. Just maybe I wouldn’t be as lonely as I was the previous semester. I thought I had friends that I was connecting with more. I thought everything was going to get better.
Nope, not really. I had no classes at all today and spent the entire day in my room on my laptop. Nobody texted me to eat, nobody texted me to do anything. I had to ask to be invited to some thing and feel like I’m just tagging along to their group.
Obviously, that’s why I’m here and not in Chinatown right now. Nobody asked me to go with them. I’m not going to show up alone and look more like a loser.
This whole social life thing is so difficult and overrated. Who needs friends? Who needs people? … Apparently I do. Because even though I may be quiet and I suppose not as sociable, I still need people in my life. I need people that I can rely on, people who want to see me too. People who I can count on to be there and include me. I don’t need those friendships where we just make small talk; I don’t need that many friends. I just want to be around people who actually care about me and would want to include me and want me to come, rather than just letting me tag along. I want people who’ll just go out exploring with me, without any predetermined destination or purpose. I want people who I can just chill with in their room — nothing awkward. I want people to go out with and stay in with on weekends. I want people who will have a sleepover with me. I want people who I look for to sit with in class. I want people who’ll have dinner with me everyday because we never get bored and always have something to talk about.
That’s what I hate about college. That’s why I don’t dress up ever. That’s why I don’t wear contacts ever. That’s why I rarely try to look good. That’s why I’m in my room so much. I don’t care about any of the people here. But boy, I really wish I did.
I miss high school. I miss the friends I had in high school, or at least the friends I thought I had.
Upon my first year at the high school, I would have considered myself to have eight people I could call my “close friends”. I can say that only two of those people remain with that title.
Now, I’m entering my second semester of college. What happened to all these friendships?
We first met on the first day of ninth grade gym, and I sat next to her because I didn’t have any other friends and because she was Asian. We had known of each other and heard the other’s name but never acknowledged each other. I even remember we had a conversation about this. We were both lazy bums and “ran” together during fitness days along with another friend. I would always save her butt every time she was going out with a guy — every single time. I even remember she came over my house for Chinese New Year and met my cousins and family and everything. To this day, my cousins still remember her, even if it is only for her name. I suppose we started drifting in junior year, just because I wouldn’t see her as often. She was in my lunch senior year, but that didn’t make a difference since she never came to school. The days she did come to school, however, her dad would go out of his way to drive me home afterschool.
Now, we always talk about getting together and hanging, but it never works out for some reason.
I can’t really remember how we met, but she claims that it was as we were both helping a friend when she was sick or something. But we were close, like really close. In ninth grade, we hung out every single Friday, and never got sick of each other. Every guy had liked her, and I was always jealous of her for that. She was so freaking pretty. And outgoing/friendly. I was also jealous of her relationship with my long time crush, though he is currently my boyfriend (lol). We had remained close throughout high school and seriously had … so many great times. We always had gym and orchestra together. I always had a good time with her :). We would talk about nothing and everything, from school and boys to college and the future. Senior year, things had changed as she started hanging out with some other people. People who were bad influences. She never changed or acted differently in front of me, but I knew she was growing closer to them and away from me. I think I was simply too boring for her. We never hung out anymore, cause you were busy getting high with your friends.
Now, we text each other occasionally but not about anything important or meaningful. We don’t even mention that we should hang out or anything. It’s kind of disappointing. I even found out some things that would have hurt me so much if I knew it at the time; because of those things, I don’t even know if you were completely honest with me as my friend anyway.
We had been close ever since seventh grade. People would always lump us together because it was always the three of us. They would invite all three if they wanted to invite one, because of convenience purposes. You were always really smart and helped me in math, science and everything. We always had that KPOP bond, where we were obsessed with korean groups; now that the phenomenon has died down, so has our friendship. We drifted drastically during senior year, as you found another two to complete that trio. You always hang out with them, the Koreans. They’re probably more fun to be around and everything, so you just kinda abandoned us.
Now, we don’t really talk .. ever. We try to hang out but .. those Koreans always get in the way lool. Or there’s some other excuse somewhere. I’m pretty sure we only hang out just to preserve our friendship since we were previously so close before… but other than that, no real intention.
We had always known each other since we were family friends, so I guess I could say I knew her through chinese school and dance. I never really got close to her until sophomore or junior year of high school. We didn’t go to the same school, so we didn’t really talk much. We would always have so much fun hanging out with our other family friends, no awkwardness or anything. We loved having sleepovers, staying up to talk about everything and nothing. We got really close senior year; we talked every single day about one thing — boys. I would tell her about my crush and all that drama and she would tell me about hers. It was great, having someone I could talk to about this stuff. She was the only one I really opened up to about it since she didn’t personally know the person/people I was talk about. Everything was all good and dandy until after prom I suppose. She started having some thing with another family friend during the summer, and that’s when she started to change. She would only talk to him and hang out with him, not even bothering with me or anyone else. She didn’t even tell me about this; I only knew when people started talking and when it was more obvious. But really, it was pretty disappointing when she used to tell me everything about boys, and now she didn’t tell me when she had a boyfriend. We became more distant over the summer and then we started college where the really changes happened.
Now, we only see each other at family friend parties and we don’t even have anything to talk about. Our lifestyles are so different that I can’t relate to hers and she can’t to mine. Her whole situation has .. disturbed the whole family friend circle and has made it .. so awkward.
The first time I had any interaction with this girl was during ninth grade when we played a duet together. We weren’t really friends, but for some reason we were playing it together lool. We definitely got really close during high school. We had classes together and .. always hung around each other. She kind of stuck to me as a friend that she could rely on and trust. Every Wednesday during senior year, we would chill afterschool because I could drive. We did everything together … we got ready for prom together at my house! I helped you through all your boy troubles and you helped me through mine. I took care of you so much when you got hurt, and you took care of me too. I bought you Dunkin’ Donuts that one time you were really depressed and was so worried about you. I guess we drifted over the summer when we didn’t hang out as much. But I was so .. thankful I suppose, that we still talked a lot when we got to college! Mainly because you’re in the same building as my boyfriend lolol. But still .. it was nice still having friends/a connection to EB. I even helped you through your boy problems through the first month or so of college. You let me and my boyfriend sleep in your dorm one night too!
Now I can only wonder what I would do or how you would react if I visited Rutgers overnight again. You made a lot of other friends at college and don’t even talk to me or my boyfriend anymore, even though my boyfriend is one floor below you in the same building.
Two of these dying friendships made me resentful. Of course I would love to be close with all these people again, but only two really made me miss them and make me want to text them. The other people have either changed, or we just haven’t been close for quite a while.
I have less than a week. I’m going to try to change and try to save at least one of these friendships.