Having 2 friends is ok, trust me.
I’m not sure where this blog is going to take me, I’m not sure of the content or how I’m going to word it. One thing I am sure of is that this post is going to be a appreciation post, a post to celebrate the fact that I have 2 friends, and I’m okay with that. I’m okay with having two friends because of what they really are, my friends. These are the two girls who I can text at half 8 at night, on a Wednesday and 20 minutes later we are revving my engine far too loud whilst I try to rap. These are the people who I twine to, get advice from and get me very drunk at any possible second. These are the girls who I send ugly snapchats to, screen shots of strange and a bit sick things to. I don’t need 20 friends; I need 2 friends who I can rely on no matter what. Now, to the people who have made me feel this way, to the people who had the power to ruin me, to break me; and to make me feel like I had made the worst possible choice. To the people who have pretended to be my friend, who have...