“I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I’m not.” My three best friends seem to live by this exceptionally well. They don’t care what other people think of them, and they are their own persons. They are daring, courageous, strong, loving, and helpful in so many ways possible. Devon, the crazy one. You probably know me the best out of anyone on this planet. We get each other so well. Even when we fight, I’m pretty sure they only last approximately 3.4 seconds. You speak your mind, and aren’t afraid of the outcome. Denise, the strong one. You are so beautiful. Inside and out. I do not know how on earth you manage to finish everything you put your mind to, but you do. I’m extremely jealous of you. You have the best advice whenever I need it. There’s so many sides of you that I love. You know when to be serious, when to care, when to love, when to be rebellious, and when to open up. You seem to have right from wrong figured out pretty well, and for that, I’m jealous. Erica, the heartfelt one. You are one of the nicest people I’ve ever met and are so true to yourself. It is literally insane how fast we became such good of friends. You are so easy to be around and to laugh with. I love every minute I spend with you. You three girls made me so strong, and you really show that you care about me. I needed that. I may not be the most independent person ever, but I feel that with your help, I can be. Thank you for everything you do. You don’t understand what my life would be without you guys. I love you.
