On the worst of days...friends are there with a tissue box and a crowbar, threatening to beat the h*ll out of whoever made you cry. Then they're there later in the day sending you messages to figure out how they can make everything better. Then they're there the next day, helping you survive the hangover that lasts at least a day after the bad day. Then, after you've sufficiently moped, they give you a shake and tell you to go out and live your life. Because no matter how bad your day was, you haven't hit rock bottom, you're still alive and you have your friends to help you out.
To all my friends: Thanks for everythingg :)
Peace Out,
Seriously Blessed :D
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