Growing up, I did not have many friends. Not because I wasn’t friendly, but because, for some reason, people didn’t want to stick around. This post could turn into a therapy session very quickly, so long story short, I met some humans who claimed me in middle and high school. These were people I wasn’t “too much” for and who I could count on to be there for me. Of course, we’re not all that lucky in grade school, and it certainly wasn’t a plethora of people, but what it was, however, was true friendship.
The Hardship of Friendship
The Hardship of Friendship
The Hardship of Friendship
Growing up, I did not have many friends. Not because I wasn’t friendly, but because, for some reason, people didn’t want to stick around. This post could turn into a therapy session very quickly, so long story short, I met some humans who claimed me in middle and high school. These were people I wasn’t “too much” for and who I could count on to be there for me. Of course, we’re not all that lucky in grade school, and it certainly wasn’t a plethora of people, but what it was, however, was true friendship.