You’ve split up — often unpredictably and unexpectedly.
Came up with “names” for your groups like, “The Feisty Five” and then proceed to write those people’s initials in your AIM profile.
Convincing yourself that any and every subtweet, even from the mildest of acquaintances, is somehow about you.
Ignoring texts for hours and days at a time not because you hate people, but because you just really don’t want to have to lie about what you’re doing to get out of having to go out.
For being the only people in the world to not judge how much you ate on any given night/fast food/pizza run.
You always feel as though you’re being overlooked by your romantic interest of choice for that one person who’s just a little bit better in all these random, little ways.
“What are you doing?” “Nothing… I’m just sitting at home… but like, because I want to.”
You don’t bicker like siblings as much as you do like an old married couple (but like family, nonetheless.)
Even after spending just a day apart, someone texts: “Oh my god I have SO MUCH TO TELL YOU.”
For making school feel like home.