Oh, me neither, dears!
I’m fed up with people who think they are friends to me, when at a certain time and because of their own reasons (psychological traumas, attitude, character traits and so on… I have no intention of psychoanalytic talking right now… enough! haha…😌) they show up like… wow!!!! who is that? A friend of mine???
We are humans, we are -by nature- sociable, thus to be surrounded by friends is a blessing!
Here I am the only child and the single divorsed woman!!! (To confess you a little secret of mine, I believe this “second” family is further better than the ones I had with my men… shhh… 😜)
Friends have been valuable to me… I know I’m a friend addicted and…guess what?!!!! 🎉 I love it!
I have merrily wonderful times with my friends🎇
I have deep inside conversations with them😔
I have the silliest ever chattings with them 😝
I share the crasiest moments with them 😆
I dare be MYSELF to them 😃
I feel free when we are together 🙆
In a nutshell,
I know for sure I can do without a boyfriend in my life… 😥
I am absolutely certain I can’t live without my friends…😲 😓😢