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growing up it’s like a competition for who can have the most friends, go out the most weekends in a row, do the craziest shit with their friends. Even when you think you’ve found your best friends. It always feels like you constantly have to prove yourself and your worth, but in the long run, as I’ve gotten older, and as anyone else reading this will do or have already done, you find those few special people in your life that really allow you to learn and grow and prove their loyalty and love for you in ways you’ll never have felt, and all the sudden all of the proving yourself and the constant pressure of “keeping your friends” will fade and you’ll find your permanents, your people that you will have comfort in knowing will be there forever, and none of the other stuff will matter.