I don't have many friends. The few I have are all I need. I love them unconditionally. That's probably unhealthy. They get me. They accept all of me. They know me. I get them. I accept all of them. I know them. We laugh and cry together. Like birds of a feather or whatever. They get on my nerves but who doesn't. I say I hate them but that isn't what I mean. I think. They make me so angry you'd think we were related. Thank god we're not, I couldn't take it.
