Tuesday, February 24, 2009

My friends are my family...

As the years have gone by I've learned how much friends really mean to me. My existance revolves around the ones I love, protect, and care for as well as their love and care in return. I'm unable to be happy unless I have them around me. When I was single, lonely, depressed, or suicidal they were there for me. I treat those close to me like family; we bicker, fight, and make up. I get told I sound like a dad with a lot of them, and it's for the simple fact that I want to make sure they are ok. I've stood by them in fights, trouble, and sorrow. I've held their burdens on my back, and it's alright with me. I've come to know who I am through them. I hope my friends feel the same way. We all need love. It may not be from our real family or a boyfriend/girlfriend, but we need someone. I'm grateful for all I have and I'll be even more grateful for what I accquire as my years flow on. Sometimes even a stranger can make you smile, think, or want a change in life. Never give up the opportunity to express yourself, share your thoughts, or make new friends. I've through quite a bit, and everyday I learn new things. I keep my arms open and welcoming. We can get mad at eachother but never end a friendship over petty means. Their is always an explanation, or way we can handle things. So grow up, be adults, and talk. It's the best thing you can do.

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