Clay

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FySi6xXkNqo

This song makes me reminisce. Listen while you read. This year I have met many mental physical and emotional obstacles. I've loved. Really felt it, and had to let it pass, because...things aren't always how they seem. I've fought hard against my low confidence, and for the most part I've won. I've swallowed my pride over and over again. I've lead and I've followed. I've felt lust and sorrow, ecstasy and guilt. My morals have gone with the wind a few times, and I have run a lot of red lights, but I'm a better person than I was last year. I've experienced enough to have something to say, I'm not too embarrassed to talk anymore. I've made a hell of a lot of mistakes, and I have acquired the mouth of a sailor, but I'm better for it now. I have made connections with people that I never could have imagined myself liking. I've cried this year more than I used to, which is disappointing, but my dad still calls me a trooper like he used to after we finished a really long hike. I've learned a lot about how to be me instead of a facade to morph and impress my audience. I am a stronger woman than who I was last year. I am much in debt to those who helped my sorry ass up out of the road again and again. Especially Clay. He is my right hand man. I did an incredible amount of stupid shit last year, and Clay kept me going. If he hadn't been there with me, I honestly don't know if I could have pulled myself out of that (figurative) hole. Clay was a confused little dork when I met him in Biology freshman year. But he let me pierce his ear with a safety pin and didn't get mad even though it was really crooked. We wore matching guy shirts and started making each other mix tapes. As I really got to know Clay I realized more and more how much of a badass he is. He is humble and determined and hardworking and confident. He is intelligent and kind and thoughtful and passionate. Clay is my #1 ni...friend. Clay's birthday is today, and he is my absolute best friend.