My Friends.

Oooh, my friends. I love them dearly. You know who you are. (Yeah you. No, not you, you. Yeah.) They are the reason I keep going, really. They’re more like family to me, or what family is supposed to be. (In fact, one of them was established to be my father today. She was quite happy about this.) We joke, we laugh, we’re crazy, but I know I can trust them with my life, and anything else. They are truly the best group of people I could have asked for, and I wouldn’t give them up for the world.

We may have out differences, but there is love that is shared.

I could go on and on, but I won’t now because I’ve gotta do my homework before Glee comes on.

Thank you, and I love you!