What would I do without my friends? Perhaps I would scrunch and cuddle to halt the cold from freezing my heart, blood drop by blood drop. But the effort would be pointless, for I will certainly shrivel up and die. Even in my purest moments of wretchedness, scum and weakness, they still lift me up. My friends not only keep my heart warm and breathing, they prove there’s goodness in a rather cynical world.
I love you, my dear friends.
You know who you are.