My friends have given me the best love I’ve ever known. They don’t tire of reminding me through everything that they love me and my depression is a liar, and not my fault. They wouldn’t wish me any other way. They don’t mind that I fuck up. I don’t have to worry about coming out to them. I only wonder if they’ll have a fun reaction or not, but I know they’ll support me, and they don’t just me, and it doesn’t disappoint them.My friends are where I learned you can have a sort of family without yelling, where you can talk about things, where you should talk about things. My friends give me hope, that I am allowed to be the person I am, that I am allowed to live the life I want, and it’s great.