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Just thought this was so cute..

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I wonder what it feels like to be skinny, and thin, and wake up in the morning in nothing but a t-shirt, undies, messy hair, that ‘just woke up look’ and still have someone think I’m hot, to have guys look at me, to have guys want to be my boyfriend, to have girls be jealous of my body, to feel my hipbones and collarbones, to feel confident in a bikini, to sit down and not feel fat everywhere, to not rub out the thighs in my jeans, to need a smaller size in the store, I wonder what its like to look in the mirror and like what I see, and not want to break the mirror. Pretty much, I just want to be beautiful. I could go on forever..

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Miss these girls already,

The girls who always have my back, are always there to catch me, always there to listen, always there to advise, always there to make time for me, always there to eat when I’m lonely, always there to figure out what’s wrong and take in my complaints and my problems, always there to give me a good laugh, always there to bump heads with, always there to cry in front of, always there to check up on me, always there to invite and welcome me in, always there to imagine and plan out the future with, always there to bug and annoy when there’s absolutely nothing to do, always there to go on spontaneous and wild adventures with, always there to hug me tightly, always there to have a good time- my support system.

This is my simple (but not my only!) thank you to the only people (literally) I relied on my whole freshman year. Coming here, I never had a solid group of friends who loved each other, who stuck with each other through those rough (ruff!) times. Sure I had a few brothers and sisters who meant the world to me but I never expected anything more when coming to Syracuse. I never asked for so much, life is sure full of surprises.. Never was I around girls for too long simply because I just did not get along well with them. These girls, however, are just the few or only group of girls who I can actually stand to be around with. They’re more than just my bestfriends, they’re my sisters. They’re the girls who I know I can go to for any of my problems. They’re the girls who can see right through me. And I know I never show much gratitude towards any of these girls and it’s because I just don’t know how. They’ve opened me up and dug right through me and took out the best of me. They’ve taught and showed me what it’s like to step out of my comfort zone, and what it’s like to deal with anything academically to socially.

But most importantly, I want to thank God for what’s happened so far. Yeah, there have probably been more down’s than up’s during my freshman year but those times when I was truly happy are the only memories that actually still stick around. Coming to Syracuse, I asked God that I’d meet a strong, supportive group of people and never ever did I know that it would be these girls. The greatest gift He’s given me this year was three beautiful, amazing sisters who not only unchangingly and openly show love and passion for Him, but also to every single thing they dedicate their time to.

I feel like I’ve never properly thanked these girls for what they have given me this past year and how they have made me feel- and I blame this that I’m still quite.. shy.. heh!
MAH, I love you girls.. con todo mi corazon (Jellybean & Eunce- go translate that on google).

Before I left for home, every single person asked me, so how’d you like your freshman year? Any regrets? Are you sad? 
I don’t know how to answer this, it’s a bittersweet sort of feeling I guess. I didn’t love my freshman year.. but I also did somewhat. I have so many regrets, but not really because I’ve done so many things I thought and told myself I would never do, or I could never see myself doing, but I was doing it at the moment and I was loving it. There are things I wish I could’ve done differently but my experience wouldn’t have been the same if it never happened, or if I did do it differently. I’m not sad- I can’t wait for the next three years to be even better, I can’t wait for and to meet the incoming freshmen, but I am sad that “freshman” year is over, it sucks that time flew by faster than I thought it did. Freshman year.. looking back and I can’t even keep up with what happened. First, everything was just thrown right at me, I was going to here and there and doing this and that right after the other. So overwhelming, so spontaneous, so care-free. However, I did learn more than I thought I would, and if I did list every thing I remember, it would be too long of a post.

I love the people I met my freshman year. The sophomore class who were the first bunch of people who introduced themselves to us and actually took care of us. The junior class boys who by far, hands down, are the most gentlemen-like, caring, easiest to talk to and carry the longest conversations with, and unique brothers I have ever met. The senior class who indirectly taught us to look after each other and create even a stronger bond within our freshman class (haha! if you know what I mean). And last but not least.. my freshmen boys who make me so mad, but make me laugh the most. My freshmen brothers who joke around with me like there’s no tomorrow and annoy the crap out of me, but have the best hearts. Them, who I feel so comfortable talking to sincerely and honestly one-on-one and let you know that they’re always there and that they care. Them, who have the weirdest and funkiest personalities, but control the positive mood in any situation.

Aghh.. sigh.. :’)