Here I was, this Thanksgiving weekend, sitting in my dorm room, lonely, while most of my building was at home, seeing their family, and visiting with all the friends they missed so much. Or so I thought. While I was pining for home and all the people that are such a huge part of my life, my friends were at home sitting alone just like I was. A lot of them went home but didn't even attempt to connect with anyone they claimed to "miss". I don't understand. The people that get to go home are the people who do the least with that privilege.
In moving so far away, I assumed that I would come to hate Thanksgiving naturally, because I would be sitting alone while my friends all got to go home. But now I hate it even more, because the people who have so much to be thankful for do nothing at all with it. This frustrates me to no end.
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I was here. How do I add you as a friend.
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