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Day Twenty Six

I thought it was probably about time I wrapped this challenge up! 

what do you think about your friends

I'm not really sure I understand what I'm supposed to write for this topic.  I think my friends are wonderful and awesome and amazing or else I wouldn't be friends with them! I am not really a person who has ever had a lot of friends. At school I didn't have a particular group that I belonged to, I floated amongst the groups always at the edges. I never really fit into anyone category, I wasn't quite nerdy enough to hang with the nerdy kids, I wasn't sporty, I was in the band but I wasn't a band geek, I wasn't one of the popular kids but I was friends with some of them, I liked Rap & Hip Hop but I was too white. I guess I have always been little bits of everything, but with no real passion or focus. It's probably why I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.


Things haven't really changed as I've gotten older. I still don't really belong to a particular group of friends and I don't maintain any friendships with people I went to school with except on Facebook and the occasional letter, email or phone call. I think that sometimes I can be a bit too intense and that scares people. 


So what do I think about my friends? I have a number of different friends at the moment who I love and adore. Some are IRL friends, some are people I have met on twitter who have become IRL friends, and some are people I have never met in person but talk to everyday through twitter and facebook. Each of them is special in their own way, and each of them brings something different to my life. I think of all of them with great fondness and affection. They all inspire me, encourage me and love me for who I am, warts and all. I have never felt as content as I do at this point of my life. 


To each of my friends I say thank you, thank you for being who you are and allowing me to be myself. Without all of you I think I would have lost my way.


LOVE YOU IN YOUR FACES!!
x x
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