I know, I know, another teenage blog post about how much I love my friends and it's cheesy and unoriginal and a boring, obvious choice but I went with it anyway because far too often our friends are taken for granted and our love for them goes unnoticed.
Nowadays, people throw around the word hate way too lightly. They feel a hatred for things they remotely dislike. "I hate that song", "I hate my hair", "I hate Gerard Manley Hopkins" - stop, no you don't. That song is slightly annoying and your hair looks fine. You don't hate them (apart from Hopkins, I wouldn't blame you for hating him).
This type of carry on is never ending, especially in an average sized building full of almost 500 moody teenage girls. There is round-of-the-clock fighting and gossip and drama. Before you know it, the girls who were so close last year it was annoying, hate each other all of a sudden.
Now sure, there are times when I want to strangle my friends, trust me. Sometimes I think they purposely try to provoke me to see how long it takes until I explode. They can be annoying and push my buttons all day, everyday but no matter how mad I get, I don't think I could ever hate them. I don't think I could ever hate anyone who I once called a best friend (even if we aren't close anymore). Because if it's possible for you to hate them, were they ever even a real friend in the first place?