Well it's time to talk about friends... There aren't many. Here it goes;
Sophie: 16 years of friendship. my sister. if I'm still mentally healthy, I owe to her. Everytime I'm in a dead end she is there. She is a real rock. There isn't any woman with more style and more cultivated than her.
Mak: 23 years is a life time. He is my oldest guy friend, from school. He knows me well, he has seen me crying, yelling, jumping out of joy. He heard all about past boyfriends, disappointments, bla, bla, bla.
Duckie: 7 years; another guy friend. He yells at me, congratulates me, puts everything in perspective. His energy makes me able to move mountains.
I can talk hours about them and with them. They are the circle of my life, protecting it. I care about them so much that I can't stand to see them getting wasted.
Love you guys. someone's got to hit me, I've become toooooo sentimental....
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