You know, not so long ago, I thought I had two, three, even four best friends depending on how you want to define them. Mark, Brooks, Ellen and, pathetic as it is, Mallory.
I don’t feel like I have any. Mark and Brooks fell off the face of the
earth, Mallory I hardly get to talk to anymore, and Ellen I
haven’t seen in weeks.
Maybe it’ll improve once I’m back in school and have my roommates at least. It better.
I told a great friend of mine once, I’m the kind of person that needs a
steady stream of positive reinforcement from my life. Otherwise I get