So last night I was talking to my friends from NYFA. I realized how much I missed them. We reminisced about all of our inside jokes and what we went through together. I was reminded about how funny we all were and how much fun we had. Then it hit me that even though Nyfa was a bit shady as an organization and my social life was shit because I was living with my grandparents, I learned some pretty great things from my teachers and classmates. For 6 whole months I knew some really great people. I was told how great I was and how much of an improvement I made and how I outdid myself and I was invited to my friend’s wedding! It’s in 2 years, but the gesture alone made me feel great. I only knew this girl for 6 months and she cared about me enough to invite me to her wedding. She had enough faith in our friendship to do this and it was the first time anyone had ever invited me to a wedding. That really means a lot. It’s moments like those that make me regret my decision but at the same time I didnt have a choice when it came down to the money. I became someone different there when I was with them and now that I’m back home it’s like I never left. I think that’s what I hate the most. It was then that even though I get depressed, I will not give up. I wont make this a wrong decision and I will get out of here.
