Sisterhood of The sisterhood

My three friends and I realized we're all represented by a girl in the sisterhood of the traveling pants.

I am Tibby.
Jaded. Secretive.

If only they knew. If only Tibby knew, that her style is awesome and she has so much courage for wearing it.
If only she new she was lucky to be born into a group of friends because it's really hard to make friends without alcohol or partying or drugs or bonding over idiocy ("Haha, omg I totally failed that math test." "OHMYGOD ME TOO!" "Well, don't worry about it, math sucks" "Def.")

And if only my friends knew that they're not much like any of those characters because they stand up for themselves, whereas my friends get mad and do nothing. Sometimes they talk. About you. Behind your back. To the others. Who also get mad at you. But they never tell you why they're mad.
Oh.

And If only my friends did stand up for themselves, because maybe they'd have a clue about what they should do with their problems, and maybe they could help me with mine sometimes.
No.

I love them, I love them, I had a great time tonight. Except they left at 10:30 and it wasn't nearly enough time to dance or play in the freshly fallen snow that showed up when they did.
Not nearly enough.

And now I'm under pressure to pick my courses. And to get a job. But no one will help me.
Sometimes, you just need some help, right?
Everyone needs help.
Not everyone needs to be pushed away.

Tibby, Tibby, Tibby. Just tell them how scared you are.
(They Won't get it, they've never done this)

Just tell them you need some support.
(They'll think I'm being selfish)

Will they?
(Yes. And they'll be right)

How do you know?
(I know.)

Have you ever tried it?
(No. I never, ever will. Not ever, never.)

Never say Never, Tibby.
()

Try it, Tibby. Just hint.
(It always makes things awkward.)

Tibby!
(What?)

Just try it!
(I can't. It'll ruin everything.)

-transmission ended-