I only have one friend of eight years and we talk like we're brothers. When his parents kicked him out, I let him stay with me for two weeks while he got back on his feet. I hate being 1300 miles away from him and yet, we talk almost every day telling each other our problems. I miss hanging with him since he was adopted and I'm the closest thing to a brother he has.
Not really. My current friendships were forged from tough times and personal problems.
I mean, there are some things that I don't share with one of them, but I can share almost anything with them.
I mean, there are some things that I don't share with one of them, but I can share almost anything with them.