we must be sisters: we have the same eyes.

well might i warn you that people here sometimes read them too (so i recently found out) and they love you for it. they think what you write is great. and so do i. so maybe you're surrounding yourself with the wrong people. and its not that they arent good people. in fact, that may be their problem: their insatiable urge to help others which turns into an unstoppable need to control your life. or maybe they think that being a good friend is sheltering you. or making sure you keep away from pain or something they may not approve of.

and maybe joe makes me a bad friend. but i think pain is what helps us appreciate what is good. and i may let you do something that feels good at the time but then brings you crashing down. but unlike the others who stive to drag you upwards with them, i will be her at the bottom, lying next to you in my bunk bed, listening to your problems.

and thats what i look for in someone. not someone who wants to help me with by problems. but someone who wants to hear them and wants to understand. and then lets me solve them by myself.

and that's why i dont think you should go to BYU. because it is full of good people. but here at CMU and hundreds of other universities there are great people. and these great people drink and go out and party. and have one night mistaken hook ups. and these great people fall.
but unlike the good people, these great people dont want to fix you. they care. and they do so in a way that makes you feel loved and supported and unjudged. and you want to go to them. and tell them your problems.

and lie with them in bunk beds after you make your mistakes.