I didn’t realize just how important good friends are until I noticed I had nobody to turn to. Some left because they couldn’t take my problems anymore. Others got mad because I wanted to talk instead of listening to their stories again. A few of them couldn’t pass up one unimportant plan for one important friend. Why didn’t they stay like I did for every time they buried me with numerous rants and negative bullshit? Why is it that whenever I wanted to talk about my life, things suddenly didn’t matter? Why couldn’t they skip one dinner plan for a friend who was desperate for a little help? It didn’t matter how well I treated and cherished them because they never cared the same way I did. Today I learned that when it comes to friends quality matters so much fuckin more than quantity.
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