through the rain.

gotta a lot of haters and a lot of homies,

some friends and some phony.

arms are for hugging.
boys are for kissing.
sluts are for dissing.
and best friends are for
when the boy is kissing
the slut and all you need
is a hug :)

to my girls:
here's to the shxt we talk.

the guys we stalk.

the way we shop.

the laughs we can't stop.

the gossip we spill.

the looks that could kill.

to having each other's back.

to the next morning getting the facts.

downing the beers.

and spilling the tears.

thanks for all those years.

a hangover lasts a day,
but our drunken memories last a lifetime.

good times.

♥