We Are Not The Same. But We

As A Teenager, I Put A Lot Of Pressure On Myself, And A Lot Of That, For Me, Was About Finding A Moral High Ground. As I've Grown Up, I've Decided To Abandon That Because It Made Me Judgmental And Also Stressed Me Out.

With Four? Doing A Little... Addition? Multiplication?

But Now, I Am Also Learning This: We Can Be Mended. We Mend Each Other.

Every Tattoo I Got With Them Is A Mark Of Their Friendship, And Almost Every Time I Have Laughed In This Dark Place Was Because Of Them. I Don’t Want To Lose Them. But I Feel Like I Have Already.

A Brave Man Acknowledges The Strength Of Others.