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Parties, drinking, dating, was all fun. Mostly when it was done with the girls who had become my bestfriends and partners in crime. It was exciting and felt like everything was fine. Until it was time to go to sleep and my thoughts drowned me. That's when reality hit. When I was faced with admitting that nothing was okay. One day it all went wrong. That's when I realized I had to grow up. Sophomore year was the year I started to realize what my values were and to appreciate the people i had and not take granted life. This isn't a love story but it is. It's the story of the events that led to me learning how to love myself. The story that taught me to create boundaries and have limits. The story of when my one true bestfriend supported me and I realized who was my friend and who wasn't.