"What are friends for, to slam your finger in the door?
To hit you with a bat and ball, no they are not for that at all.
Friends are to care, to love, and depend, Friends are to be there till the end."
9 Year old Mother.
Friends are a tricky subject. Friendship is terrific when in the slammer, awkward when the relationship goes Titanic, cute when it ranges on the gender scale, and sucky when you realize that you are the friend... The only friend...
Never the less. We always make more friends. No many how many you have you always crave more. And if your lucky, other people crave your friendship.
And even if we're totally destroyed by one we are always stupid enough to make more eventually, even if we never actually let them in.
And then I feel bad for feeling like a phony for being people's friends but never investing myself and withdrawing every vulnerable part of me from danger.
So how long can a heart be broken before it just don't snap back together anymore?
In which my teenage self unloads his thoughts, wishes, discoveries, and talks a lot about horses and raw food.
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