I have good people in my life. A lot of them. More good people than one person really deserves.
I have this girl, who understands that sometimes, sugar is an important piece in the success puzzle.
I have this boy, who eats ramen for dinner when I study late and never complains when I lose the ability to care for myself… although sometimes he makes fun of my hair.
I have my mom, who still loves me, no matter how many test I fail or how many bad decisions I make.
I have friends who listen to me complain… and who actually understand.
These people are good people. They can’t possibly understand how important they are to me.