Back to my "friends". My understanding was that friends were supposed to help you along the way, not make fun of you, talk mean things behind your back, and be controlling. For me it's the complete opposite. Even if I go and do something productive they literally wish hell upon me...
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Broken (A Short Story)
Fiction généraleTwo people, two different souls, with minds that think alike. My band teacher, and I are good friends for ten years this year. We joke around like siblings, but act like mature colleagues, however things are changing for next year, and it's very t...
