It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been friends with someone, there will still be times when I feel insecure about my relationship with them and wonder if they like me, or if they like other friends more. Why do I do that? Why do I always have to consider myself on a scale of some sort?
I couldn’t imagine doing pottery without G. We have no idea what we’re doing half the time but somehow laugh our way through figuring it out.
One of O’s friends just invited me to his birthday drinks. I love how his friends are becoming my friends too. Our lives are coming together 😊😊
Good friends are like an external brain. They help you process stuff.
I can sacrifice study days when the alternative is spending time with friends and people I love 😊
Watching Friends with my friends and my boyf, life is so good 😊
Sitting in the warm afterglow from a night of wine and cheese with beloved friends 🙂