When you're eighteen years old, friends are a big thing. They're pretty much your whole world at my age, and to be without your friends is like losing a part of yourself. These are the people that you have chosen to be your family in life - you've spent five days a week with them for five years (in the Irish education system anyway) and they are your everything.
So it's tough to lose them. It's tough to live in a city a hundred miles away. It's tough to get home once every two or three months for a brief weekend where quality time is tough to come by because the weekend is when most of them take a break from eachother. Toughest of all, for me, is to log on to bebo or myspace or whatever and see photos going up of their last days at school together. They look so happy, or sad, but they're all there. Every last one of the people that I love. And I'm not there, for whatever reasons that I'm not gonna go into right now.
I miss them more than they probably know. But, all going well, every last one of them will be here, at college. And then, I'll make up for this year that I've lost. The loneliest year of my life.
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