Friends

Friends are an interesting thing. They can lift you up, or bring you down. They can make you laugh, or make you cry. They can be good or bad, big or small, etc. Yet, it is always your friends that you turn to when you need help. Even if you have been disappointed or possibly even hurt by them in the past. Why is that? Why do we rely so much on others, and why do we need them in our lives to feel complete? Is their approval of our lives and choices really going to make a difference in how we look at ourselves? Like I said, friends are an interesting thing.