I have parents who love me. Mommy may have left when I was 3, and left my father with broken hearts and abandonment issues, but fuck she does her best to make up for it. She apologizes constantly. She may not see that my problems with her are no longer because she left, but that's because it hurts her to know that she hurt me. She helps me when she can. She loves me. She wants the best for me. But she has to be herself, live her life, and be her own person. Even if it means she lives with her boyfriend and takes care of his kids like she never did for me, but her and I can't change the past. I make jokes about her, I call her names sometimes, but I'm just glad she changed her mind and wanted to be in my life SOMEHOW.
My daddy is an amazing guy. He took my brother and I AND all the credit card bills so that my brother and I would have a good life. He's put a roof over my head, kept clothes on my back...even if they were dirty, ugly, out of style, and lame. He fed me, even when he could only afford popcorn and baked beans. He helped me get a car, he helped me get through rough times, he stuck by me through drugs and theft and rebellion. His son is a sorry, sad, worthless piece of shit, but my dad deals with it, goes through it, works his ass off, and keeps going. He's the strongest person I know and CAN have the patience of a saint. I know that if I were in his position I would have given up by now. He even took me in after I fucked up at Ashford, and got fucked over in Alaska. He deals with my anger, even when it angers him. He pushes me to work harder and does everything I can to make me the best woman I can be. I love him so much. I wish he wasn't an alcoholic, I wish he wasn't addicted to Star Wars Galaxies, and I wish he didn't waste his money on mods for the Camaro. But that doesn't change what he's done for me in the past. He's such an amazing person.
My paternal side of the family is a gift. My Nana, my uncles and their wives and families, they are all amazing people. So strong, enduring, and full of love. Even when I went through bad stages, screwed up, and acted rudely, they still love me. I love them so much. They do what they can to help me. I wouldn't change them for the world and I miss them.

My friends, well, holy shit! Even the worst ones are great people in their own way. I've struggled with keeping friends in my life, and that stems from my negativity and attitude. The ones that stuck around are the greatest people I will ever know. Friends are the reason I wake up in the morning, the reason why I shower, why I breathe, why I talk, why I eat and sleep.
Reekie is the greatest person on the face of this earth. No matter what I've said to her, done to her, and put her through, she's still here. She got me through one of my worst breakdowns, and she's seen me at every stage of emotion I've ever experienced. I have my own problems with her, and there's things I'd like to change about her. And not change like you'd think, but things that she needs to change no matter what. But I love her. To the moon and back, to pluto and back. Forever and always. She will never ever be replaced, and I will never know anyone who is as great as she is. She may make me angrier than I've ever been, and she may break my heart and leave me in tears, but god damnit I couldn't ask for a better friend. She has been so patient, so loving, so caring, so kind. I know I shouldn't want to change her, but I want to make sure her life is going to be the best it can be! I feel like her mommy sometimes, but it's not her fault her parents failed. They loved her, no doubts about that, but they raised a child, not an adult. I'm here, as a good friend, to make sure she lives a great life. A good friend wouldn't let their friend ruin their own life. It will all be ok because I love her. I always will. I don't think I could love anyone more than her. She will always be my best friend forever. No matter what.
To all the friends who got me through elementary, middle, and high school....I love them as well. We all had our ups and downs, our fights, our problems, our highs and lows, but they can never be replaced by anything. If it wasn't for them, I don't think I would have made it. They are why I even bothered going to school in the first place. I am so thankful for every kind, loving moment that I experienced with them, and I wouldn't change it for the world. I am the result of all those moments, bad and good, that I had with them.

To my new friends, from SCC, from Ashford, from Alaska, from Texas, and from here on SG.....I love you all so much. Through the bad and good, you've all meant something to me at some point. Even that shitty exboyfriend of mine in Anchorage. Let me explain; he may have brought me heartache, he may have made me miss my friends, and wish I'd never known him but he brought good into my life as well. I was able to move to ALASKA!! That alone is fucking amazing. He taught me that I really can be a bad girlfriend, and a bad person, and I grew up so much because of him. I learned how to watch my back, how to treat the world. Alaska alone showed me how to open my eyes to the world around me, to see the beauty that was right outside of any window. I missed my friends, family, and pets so much that I've never loved them more in my whole life. I met new people because of him. I learned because of him. I was made stronger because of him.
SG alone has brought me so much happiness recently. Not only have I felt more beautiful, and more inclined to work out, I have made so many new friends. Awkward men sending awkward messages gushing over my giant tits; gorgeous women from all corners of the earth talking about tattoos, music, photographers, being naked, and other stupid pointless yet meaningful shit; and the AMAZING people from the SGNE group. They may be very very new in my life, but already they've given me good times, smiles, laughs, and things to learn from. Some have hurt and upset me already, but I'm trying to look past it. I have my problems with each of them, but fuck, I'm glad to have such interesting, well-intentioned friends. Certain ones I'd like to sit down with and be 100% brutally honest and slightly hurtful, but no matter what I want them in my life. They hardly know me, and want me in their life. That's all I really want, is to be wanted. They've offered help so often in the short time we've all known each other. Our get togethers are something I look forward to so much, and I love spending time with just awesome people. Why worry about the little things someone might do that annoys me? Why not do my best to enjoy the good times I do have?