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go watch Until We Meet Again on youtube its so good and i am in L*ve with every single one of the cast members especially Win aka Boun

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i made one of my best friends cry during practice and i feel really bad and i didn't even try to make her cry and it wasn't just me but we were practicing and messing around and i guess she just got really overwhelmed and stressed bc we weren't getting anything done and started crying and me and my friends feel bad n i just :( i feel rlly bad I love her and she's only ever nice to me and i just- :(

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sometimes i forget that im not everyone's first priority and their best friend and i get sad and jealous in a way and i know it's bad to be jealous and im trying to stop being jealous but its hard when you attach every emotion in your being to one person and see them not give every ounce of their being to you like you have and i just-
          
          i get attached too easily

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might go on a little rant but idk so i guess read if you wanna
          
          so tonight i had color guard practice and we work so hard, resulting in us getting out a little later than 8:00. my family has this thing where we all have to go to bed at the same time all together and it's my least favorite thing in the world. its so annoying and if we're late to our "bedtime" (which is around 8:00) my dad gets super mad and irritable. 
          
          so tonight we had an emergency parent meeting involving info about comps and other important things. when you talk about important things, you tend to go over the scheduled time. the meeting went until 8:40. once the meeting ended me and my team performed our show for the parents. at the time we ended it was almost 9:10 ish. we had to roll up the flags and put everything away. that takes time. my mom comes up to the band room and starts banging on the door telling me to hurry up. when we get to the car i ask her if she liked it and she starts yelling at me on how i "need to try more" and how im "not trying at all" mind you, this is the most effort I've ever put into anything my entire life. 
          
          when i get home my dad starts talking to my mom about how we should be let out right at 8 because us being late affects other people, but im pretty sure it only affects him and our family. and then my mom says to me "the next time i tell you to hurry up, remember this night" 
          
          moral of the story: im mad