without my friends, i would honestly be on the side of the street. in a gutter. absolutely clueless. times like this. their stronger then me. and thats what i need. to cope. perfect therapy. be my counciller? could seriously get a job in that path. just listening to me cry & talk about everything. hearing me call myself ugly, then hopping straight on facebook and proving to me that i am pretty. then commenting on them pictures. helping me make decisions. breaking them down with me. each stage it takes to make the decision. encouraging me that i shouldn't have to give up weekends. have fun. still making me laugh. i can see that gutter on the side of the street, and i know that i will not be in it anytime soon.